Dead Girl

Jacquie Prebich

I saw the familiar dead girl
dancing in my basement spoon

cut off the apron ties

the dead girl said
I’m jonesing to fuckin cook

copped some works; from a friendly stranger’s hand
the handle bent; the spoon a Jesus cradle

the dead girl prayed

tapping, arousing, blue hungry veins
turn the tourniquet; tighter and tighter

Bic fire lit; cook that shit
sizzling, bubbling

junk drawn up
kissed thru the eye of a wearied spike

the dead girl shot

push, pull back, push; black blood flows
skagged
damned and raptured

smacked by euphoria; glowed

shooting sweet seductive pleasures
in a gallery framed with pain

again and again
nodded

the dead girl did
aboard the junkie basement train

 

 

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Jacquie Prebich was raised in New York City and currently resides in Los Angeles. She started ballet at age five and danced until her first pregnancy. Jacquie loves writing, producing, and directing. She created Ballet Theatre in 2006, a new performance concept combining classical ballet with acting, singing, and live music. Jacquie began writing poetry after undergoing rehab for prescription pain pills— an addiction that developed as a result of dance injuries. Jacquie lives in a scenic canyon with her family and rescue animals. She is currently working on her first poetry book. Follow Jacquie on Twitter @JwPrebich

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