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Sep 3, 2012

ALICE - SB Stokes

She had a thing for holes
didn't matter where she found them
pushing her whole body
or falling backward

embracing the darkness
Down or up didn't matter
penetrating the surface
drinking herself in

Fur turned her on
she found herself chasing
running and yelling
after bellies of rabbits
hands in the air

she was inquisitive, assertive
the kind who makes history
made a mess of this topsy
men and animals left wanting
her neck bent, her head lovely

Caught in a world
her clothes always snagging
grabbed at by thorns
the fingers of bushes
tearing at her body
or pulling her hair

Tearful and ecstatic
she found herself arguing
with strangers far too often
after drinking & smoking

for a brief time there were:
a large weepy beast,
a guy with some hats,
a stark-raging husband,
an ineffectual queen

still such a hard time
making sense of them all

A fourth generation Californian, SB Stokes has lived and worked in the San Francisco Bay Area all of his life.
He is currently pursuing a Master of Fine Arts in Poetry at San Francisco State University and is a former poetry and art editor for Fourteen Hills: The SFSU Review. He is a founding producer and designer for Oakland's Beast Crawl and works as a production assistant for Literary Death Match events in San Francisco.
His poems have been published in SEX+DESIGN, Gesture, Metonym, Quiet Lightning's sPARKLE & bLINK, MUST street 'zine, Occupy Wall Street Poetry Anthology, The VelRo Reader, and most recently in Saturday Night Special's Year One Anthology.

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