New American Best Friend
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One of the most recognizable young poets in America, Olivia Gatwood dazzles with her tribute to contemporary American womanhood in her debut book, New American Best Friend. Gatwood's poems deftly deconstruct traditional stereotypes. The focus shifts from childhood to adulthood, gender to sexuality, violence to joy. And always and inexorably, the book moves toward celebration, culminating in a series of odes: odes to the body, to tough women, to embracing your own journey in all its failures and triumphs.
Olivia Gatwood
Olivia Gatwood is a poet, fiction writer, and sex & relationships columnist at Bustle.com and HelloFlo. Hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico, she is a Brave New Voices, Women of the World, and National Poetry Slam finalist, winner of the 2015 Rustbelt Regional Poetry Slam and has been featured on HBO and TV One's Verses & Flow. Author of the chapbook Drunk Sugar and a recent graduate of Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, New York, Olivia has taught workshops on feminism, poetry and sexual health at foster homes, women's shelters, public schools and community centers nationwide.
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New American Best Friend - Olivia Gatwood
Girls
JORDAN CONVINCED ME THAT PADS ARE DISGUSTING
They make your panties smell
like dirty bike chains.
We were sitting on her mother’s plastic-coated floral couch,
one of us in a swimsuit, the other sworn to layers.
The water was her selling point and I was terrified of tampons
or rather
terrified of the undiscovered crater, the muscle that holds and pulls
and keeps and sheds.
She said, I’ll do it for you
and yes, we had seen each other naked many times,
we had showered together and compared nipples, wished to trade
the smalls and bigs of our respective bodies.
So it wasn’t unnatural, really, when I squatted on the toilet seat
and she lay down on the floor
like a mechanic investigating the underbelly of a car.
With plastic syringe in hand, she wedged the packed cotton into me;
this was what I saw last
before blacking out and collapsing onto the tile—
Jordan, Blood Scholar, in a turquoise bikini
saying, Now you are ready to swim.
ODE TO ELISE IN EIGHTH GRADE HEALTH CLASS
She wasn’t wrong
when she accused me
of staring. I was.
A profound observation,
What are you, gay for me?
As if my body
could be flipped
solely in the wake of her,
some kind of reverse
conversion therapy
which wasn’t wrong either,
I had never pined
so badly for denim
to slip down her lower back
upon taking a seat
to reveal the fuzz
along her spine,
that which she likely
wished to remove,
begged her mother
for hot wax
like we all did and
how I hoped
she never would
prayed that no boy
would call her beast
my secret joy, Elise,
who melted the tip
of her eyeliner pencil
and let it sizzle
in her tight line
Elise, who gathered
six of her friends
and threatened
to jump me in the alley
Elise, who taught me to bury
a lighter in my fist,
so that if I ever took my shot
at least I wouldn’t break my hand
on her pretty, pretty face.
THE FIRST SHAVE
I am nine.
We are bored
and Karen is dying.
We drove to Austin
that summer
so Sarah’s dad—
who described Karen as
the great and impossible love
of his life, who taught us
the word lymphoma and then,
the concept of the prefix,
how it explains where the tumor lives—
could say goodbye.
The house is