Judy Swann is the orphaned daughter of decent Midwestern people. She is a poet and essayist who publishes fairly frequently both in print and online. She has a book of poetry, Fool, forthcoming from Aldrich Press in 2019 and a book of essays on the cartoon hero Stickman coming out from Young Bros in November.
Complaint to Her Old, Empty Purse
To you, Big P, and to no other squeeze,
I complain, because you’re busted
or on strike or lost your keys
as winter roars in and your gray hairs freeze.
The stupendous peace of this p-free space,
this unperturbed and shudderless base,
is paper thin and paper white, these
drapes the last of lang syne’s lust
with pink knob under bald, always at ease,
tidy and intractable despite a sea
of testosteroned chaps with ligament-laced
togs, suitable for a Grecian vase.
To you I toast. I’ve loved you, Origine
du Monde. Though they’ve called you sleaze
and focused on the thrust and dust
of their bended, ambivalent knee,
I miss the bleeding, P, the moods, the rage.
Even offstage you upstage.
So take this complaint, old friend, old sister dear
And stuff it in a sachet with vetivert and sage.