Playboy
by Molly Kat

At nine years old
I was teased

for stealing the magazines
on the back of the toilet

my father, called me
a lesbian.

I cried, shoved
my fist 

in my mouth, until
the corners of

my lips
bled.  I waited eight years

then fell in love
with hard, pink nipples

made sure
the corners of her lips

never bled.

 

Molly Kat resides in upstate New York where she is currently working on her third collection of poetry. She has had work published in Ragazine, ETC, Pedestal Magazine, The Fib Review, Omega Magazine, Howling Dog Press, Muse Pie Press, and several other magazines and journals. In September, she will be setting out on her first national tour. Molly has mastered the art of survival and is trying to show the world that broken can be beautiful.