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.
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.
