A.J. Huffman- Three Poems

The Skin I Choose

to wear is soiled.  Smudged,
scarred, and scarcely identifiable
as my own  I hold myself up
before the sun.  I sparkle.
Alive, the pieces of me are print
[ed/ing] with visible soundings
of you.  Wham, blam, bang.  A touch
crashes like shotgun.  I am
blue and silver and solidly under-
estimated [as a target].  Bullseye!
Bullshit!  I am waiting for the sin
to dry.  Shake it off.  I’m a lizard baby.
Nail me to the wall.  Just
understand, there is no guarantee.
Tomorrow’s scales already smell
of the same stain.

Necrophiliac

My temperature rises at the sight of blood

drained.  I am

inexplicably drawn to the pallid

gray of freshly rotting flesh.  More

malleable once rigor mortis fades.  The cold

touch calls me.  I cannot

help myself.  Only death can

release me.

Vote Clothes

for pills.  Yes, pills.  All pills.  No pill

uncoated.  It is a cruel world,

and we should not have to suffer swallowing

gritty medications.  This is the 21^st Century,

we have electric

cars and satellite everything, my tongue

should never have to bear the bitter

indignity of a naked pill.

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com.  She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals.  She has is the editor for six online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press 

( www.kindofahurricanepress.com ).  Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.