Two White Shirts.
Every time I see two men in white shirts sitting next to each other, I think:This world needs me.I’m like a character in the old sci-fi shows.Not like Colonel Wilma Deering or Counselor Troi.I’m the alien princess from another planet with the crazy hair.I’m the bitch in the black dress who wants to...
| Publicado en: | American Poetry Review Vol. 55; no. 4; p. 18 |
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| Formato: | Poem |
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American Poetry Review
Jul/Aug2026
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| Sumario: | Every time I see two men in white shirts sitting next to each other, I think:This world needs me.I’m like a character in the old sci-fi shows.Not like Colonel Wilma Deering or Counselor Troi.I’m the alien princess from another planet with the crazy hair.I’m the bitch in the black dress who wants to kill you. |
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