issue 12 FEATURE: CINDY E. KING
REAL HOUSEWIFE GOES HOME
You are the moany mama of lust, growly mama,
the groany matriarch of desire.
Sweat sultrying slut of lust, bawling bitch of lasciviousness, you are.
Girdle full of hurt, thong full of wrong,
your bust is all honks and tonking.
I will never fault America for loving you too much
or too little, nor do I blame the chickie ranches
or bunny mansions of Beverly Hills.
I have no reason to be green. Who could blame
the purple cheetah or Day-Glo zebra in the you-toned lingerie?
No red-light, nighty-night pucker, no prepubescent drag,
I will not blame showgirls, working girls,
or mean girls, nor gossip girls, dirty girls, nor the little girl
who lives down the lane. And certainly not the golden girls, no,
they are not to blame.
You drink cosmos, drain cartoon bottles of real wine
until again your heart bursts so open
you blow your neighbor’s husband
and dream of her teenaged son,
which is what Carmel, Indiana, looks like
long after midnight,
your eyes pressed into the ecru of a monogrammed guest towel.
Cindy E. King’s work has appeared in Callaloo, North American Review, River Styx, Black Warrior Review, American Literary Review, jubilat, Barrow Street, African American Review, and elsewhere. Her poems can also be heard at weekendamerica.publicradio.org, pankmagazine.com, and rhinopoetry.org. She has received a Tennessee Williams Scholarship to attend the Sewanee Writers’ Conference and the Agha Shahid Ali Scholarship in Poetry from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown. Originally from Cleveland, Ohio, she currently lives in Texas, where she is an Assistant Professor at the University of North Texas at Dallas.