Melanie Browne- Two Poems

Rescuing Naked Barbies from Goodwill

I see their faces first,

in gallon-size ziplock bags,

mashed together like

one brutal S&M orgy,

I long to rescue them,

give them all a hot bath

then dress them in

some second -hand gently worn

clothing,

but I can't

save them all,

I am not Therese,

the patron saint

of naked thrift store Barbies,

but,

if someone nominates me

I doubt if I will turn it down

Arguing with My Mom on Easter

I am in a heated 

discussion with

my Mom about

whether the infamous

Madalyn Murray O'Hair

met her ultimate

demise with the

help of a

wood chipper,

I read her the 

Wikipedia article,

but she isn't

satisfied,

It's Easter,

I say,

this isn't a 

suitable topic,

and neither of us

can remember how

we got here,

from point A

to point W,

so we drink our coffee

and eat the ham

and peel the

shell from 

the hard boiled

eggs