Book Review for Three Bloody Words:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume IV Issue IX

Three Bloody Words



Stephanie Bolster

“i can’t tell you what happened
                                                    at the tea-party except it was nothing like disneyland no
mad swirling in marvellous candy-coloured cups so fast i thought i’d puke or go sailing off
into a tyrannical sunset instead we sipped & they talked on & on under & around saying
everything except what they really meant which wasn’t much anyway only something
about freud & the loss of innocence at parties where the tea’s not sweet enough & the
sugarcubes are spiked with LSD & i’m still there watching golden strands sink into the tea their voices saying this isn’t really my story at all”

“in my story I didn’t even know what happened
                                                                              it was already written before i came
along so i just put one foot in front of the other because there was nothing else it was the
same for all my friends i had two sisters i think maybe three one of my parents was mean i
forget which somebody combed my silken hair made me pretty dresses married me to
some prince or else an animal who turned into one had a couple of kids because it was
written otherwise i would never bring anyone into this story the whole time they were
being born those three bloody words running thru my head happily ever after”

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