Would you have cut the gut
From the inadequate ribcage
What would you do to my resting bitch face
Bobbing unbelievable the accuser
Bearing up to me with your rotten
Little morsels of bonkers

—Ginger Ko

As per my last post, I'm pretty attached to the word "bonkers" and I'm really pleased when anyone puts it in a poem. Read the whole thing at Sundress Publications today >>