Skunk Hair

Why don’t you give me a flea collar?
I’ll bind your ankles with it.

I have a streak in my hair.
I have skunk hair.
My cabin in Virginia is surrounded
by barbed wire and bark.

Let the flight of chopped wood
hit you in the ass.

John Wayne is wrangling on the TV screen
in New Mexico,
as I eat my possum and potatoes.
My napkin is made of sandpaper.

Amanda Tumminaro


Amanda Tumminaro lives in the U.S. She is a poet and short story writer and her work has been featured in Thrice Fiction, Jokes Review and Stickman Review, among others. Her first poetry chapbook, “The Flying Onion”, is available now by The Paragon Press.

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