Poem of the Month
Untitled (“We eat strawberries”)

By Sara Sutterlin

Published on January 4, 2017

We eat strawberries
and snort Adderall
Alek hands me some sort of craft beer
and I think bad thoughts
about America again
I peel the label off and curse it
It seems like a half-hearted attempt
to be a
Good Guy, a Myth.

I practice Lying with men
It’s easy, it’s all they want to hear
Yes, easy to be someone else
because they are attracted to
caricatures, one dimensional
selected parts of
Womanhood.

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