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Marge Piercy (1936-)

Always unsuitable


              1She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck.
              2They were grinning politely and evenly at me.
              3Unsuitable they smirked. It is true

              4I look a stuffed turkey in a suit. Breasts
              5too big for the silhouette. She knew
              6at once that we had sex, lots of it

              7as if I had strolled into her diningroom
              8in a dirty negligee smelling gamy
              9smelling fishy and sporting a strawberry

            10on my neck. I could never charm
            11the mothers, although the fathers ogled
            12me. I was exactly what mothers had warned

            13their sons against. I was quicksand
            14I was trouble in the afternoon. I was
            15the alley cat you don't bring home.

            16I was the dirty book you don't leave out
            17for your mother to see. I was the center-
            18fold you masturbate with then discard.

            19Where I came from, the nights I had wandered
            20and survived, scared them, and where
            21I would go they never imagined.

            22Ah, what you wanted for your sons
            23were little ladies hatched from the eggs
            24of pearls like pink and silver lizards

            25cool, well behaved and impervious
            26to desire and weather alike. Mostly
            27that's who they married and left.

            28Oh, mamas, I would have been your friend.
            29I would have cooked for you and held you.
            30I might have rattled the windows

            31of your sorry marriages, but I would
            32have loved you better than you know
            33how to love yourselves, bitter sisters.

Copyright 1999 Early Grrrl: the Early Poems of Marge Piercy Leapfrog Press

Notes

1] This is the last poem in the book, and in a section entitled "Uncollected Poems: poems spanning several decades."

9] strawberry: a bruise or sore (from kissing or sucking).


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
This poem cannot be published anywhere without the written consent of Marge Piercy, Leapfrog Press or Knopf permissions department.
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Original text: © Marge Piercy. Early Grrrl: the Early Poems of Marge Piercy (Wellfleet, Mass.: Leapfrog Press, 1999): 154-55. PS 3566 .I4E18 1999 Robarts Library
First publication date: 1999
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: RPO 2000.
Recent editing: 2:2002/4/11

Form: triplets
Rhyme: unrhyming


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