RG Van Kolken
Copyright © 2002 All Rights Reserved
Miss Understood awoke,
blooming spiderleggy eyes
on their dark lily pads.
She is a Boy Collector,
stashing them in the secret cubbard in her closet,
beneath the luggage, diaries, and photos.
It opens upward from the floor.
I know because I'm one of them.
She gives all of us just enough water to survive,
but not enough to grow.
We are dwarfed and neglected,
but feel teased and important when we're fed.
Such is the life of a boy, collected.
But on this morning when she came with water
she found the closet door ajar,
and in her cubbard empty boyless space.
But she looked closer,
and there was just one item -
a dusty spear carved from toothpick.
The pierced pure heart at its tip was hers to keep,
and she did.
Fucking is only a poem if you are.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
RG Van Kolken, 25 years of age, hails from Seattle, Washington in the
Northwest region of the United States of America. He is an artist known
mostly for not attending poetry slams, which nauseate him to the point of
lunacy. His noteworthy influences include but are not limited to: Roald
Dahl, Francis Bacon, Marc Quinn, deep water, and the sky.