Honey I'm on Fire

Honey I’m on Fire

I was told it was tight and the rhythm flowed well. There was one stanza where my syllables were inconsistent, and a few places where there was confusion on word choice such as “ones” for money and beginning the poem during a job search not in the scene most discussed. I was told that there was a lot said in a short amount of time and that my puns were effective.

This job can’t be too bad, I thought,
just keep your boobs up high,
hair long and blonde, and pants skintight
and bat your lash through lies.

Act 1: “You look like Scarlett J.”
I don’t but know my cue–
Fetch second round, and bend some more.
Good tips are worth the blues.

Please hark the hairless queen who serves
her patrons sexy coos.
The game was never hers to win,
green ones soon fail to woo.

Sleek fit became my little jail,
performance reached last call,
took razor blade to famous locks.
Fuck You, I shaved it all.

Zoe is a junior at DePaul University studying Peace Justice & Conflict Studies and Creative Writing. She enjoys writing poetry and short stories related to class dynamics, love, and substance use. In her free time, she likes to cook and play with her three cats.