West Side Girl & Other Poems
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Collection of poems by Lauren Scharhag, written from 2004-2013, exploring themes of womanhood, family, and her German-Mexican heritage.
Lauren Scharhag
Lauren Scharhag (she/her) is an award-winning author of fiction and poetry, and a senior editor at Gleam. She has fourteen titles available on Amazon and other book retailers. Her 2023 releases include Moonlight and Monsters (Gnashing Teeth Publishing), Morels (Voice Lux Press), and Midnight Glossolalia (with Scott Ferry and Lillian Necakov; Meat for Tea Press). A short story collection, Screaming Intensifies, is forthcoming from Whiskey City Press. She lives in Kansas City, MO.
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West Side Girl & Other Poems - Lauren Scharhag
West Side Girl & Other Poems
Lauren Scharhag
West Side Girl & Other Poems
© Lauren Scharhag, 2013
Photograph by Patrick Roberts
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.
Para mi familia.
Good Bread
Good woman, good bread,
snug in waxed paper,
clean sheets on the bed.
Soft hands worn dry by years
of kneading and folding.
Little spurs catch flesh on fabric.
The arts are not wholly lost,
the hearth secrets.
To know the heft of things,
as well as scent and flavor.
We were the ones who looked at the moon
and baked bread round.
The Minotaur’s Daughter
A man cut out for slaughterhouse work
he’d come home invigorated, bellowing for meat
no meal complete without some blood-
or gravy-smothered dish.
Split-toed creature of excess,
his bulk scrubbed porcine pink
smooth as a penis tip after
his daily dip au jus. Hairy lord,
trailing the stench of untold arenas and altars,
lurid god of shambles and abattoirs,
rabid disembowler.
Fresh viscera gleaming
between steel watchband links
and beneath nails
thick as horns.
At the table, he’d nudge me
daring me to eat.
I thought it was an act of defiance
to swallow something raw.
At night I dream him red-eyed
steer head black as a butcher’s heart
Beringed nostrils exhale twin plumes of heat.
Now my eyes avert, breath comes short
when I am in the presence of a beefcake
desiring heavy hooves in my back
pin me beneath haunches thick and marbled.
Shuddering, I deny my tastes
I run the hair-pin turns, slippery desire’s chute,
Recalling too late that I am
a quarter goddess, a quarter cow.
Wholly his: Daughter. Child.
Blood.
Crescent crown and star
hides beneath this sleek hair.
I dream myself wielder of the spear,
stunner, tanner, carrier of the bolt-gun.
Stripped to my barest components
I am left lowing in the pit.
Forced to drive alone the lions
and after to dye the red linens
before waving them again.
My Father: Shame. Gall.
Guts.
Am forced to surrender
again and again
my throat, my heart
and everything below.
I am his china shop.
The Studio
Maze of canvases
Carousels of pens and
fat, sharp-smelling markers
Razors and scissors, pastels and brushes
T-square on a rickety old drafting table
My grandfather at his easel
In a faded blue work shirt dappled with paint,
Hands nicked and chapped,
Concrete floor splattered with the run-off of his labors
The artist craves light.
Screen door opening out onto the side garden
Stone steps and a winding path
The low, tulip-lined wall, the flowering tree,
Hands held out, saying,
Come see--
At the jigsaw, he cuts me a carousel horse
out of scrap plywood. Painted dapple gray in quick strokes,
a red saddle, scratchy between my fingers
I, nevertheless, gallop it across the window sill
On the grounds below, we toss apples
And watch at dawn for the deer to come,
We paint them, poised at the tree line, tawny and white.
For the foxes, we throw chicken bones, like a conjurer’s trick
The foxes are far less trusting. One appeared to me only once
and froze, brown paw raised as our eyes met over the tiny carcass.
His were greener than anything I could imagine.
Look. You must see it--
To create is this constant give-and-take
Gifted with petals and stone, fur and grass,
Your senses compel you to return it in
ink or watercolor or lines,
Only your medium is your own.
I Got Me a Soul at Wal-Mart
I went to Wal-Mart
Got me a plastic soul
Sam’s brand
I saw a woman there
Carrying a big-name bag
With a worn handle
Buying her little girl some shoes
I went to Wal-Mart
Got me a denim soul
Made in Bangladesh
I saw a man in the toy aisle
Scolding his son
"You don’t want a doll.
Stop crying! Be a man."
I went to Wal-Mart
Got my soul some pills
Four dollars for a piece of mind
I saw an old couple at the pharmacy
In slippers and his-and-her pajamas
Wheeling an oxygen tank between them
I went to Wal-Mart
To feed my soul
Choice Beef, $2.99