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Two Poems by Elisabeth Horan



Muy, muy, pero muy


So you don’t think you will

Get to touch a woman anymore

You can lick a moustache

Touch my testicles

Fondle this traje estupido

Lo que antes gustaba

Lo hypersexual me hiciste

Lo manacle de la selva

Tehuana vestida, mi cuerpo

De calas blancas; ahora como basura

Pesada, pero liberada;

Corona de cárcel; mucho más

Caballero que tú -

Fat old thing keep painting

Mujeres con cabello largo

Son más femeninas que yo

Mira como serpientes vienen a mi---

Covering the floor like

All the men’s fingers

Mejores Amigas


Shunt shunt

Shut the fuck up

Stitch snip

Make a monster

Out of my heart

The blood fluent

In loss - in losing

It’s man; the only thing

It knew, was how

To be happy wearing

Legs which didn’t work

And a spine made of metal

Little paloma grows wings

Out of a dress of white

Flies inside the mouth

Of a friend

Makes a muscular nest

Eats red, creates

A new woman

Who is more perfect for you.

Elisabeth Horan is an imperfect creature from Vermont advocating for animals, children and those suffering alone and in pain - especially those ostracized by disability and mental illness. She is a regular contributor at TERSE. Journal, Rhythm & Bones, Mohave He(art), Milk + Beans, and Feminine Collective. Elisabeth received a 2018 Best of the Net Nomination from Midnight Lane Boutique and has an MFA in Poetry from Lindenwood University. Follow her @ehoranpoet  &

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