Pamela R. Anderson
She breaks hearts this
beautiful woman. Snaps
them in two pockets
part sinks perfect white
incisors into the remainder.
You are tender. Delicious
Next year she might extract
your pocketed half heart. Lick away
lint decide to play again. You
want to escape but there she stands
heart in outstretched hand. You need
it stolen piece of you then realize,
It is not your heart.
Pam (the original) Anderson has never owned a red bathing suit and is unlikely to invest in adjustments that create any alternate physical facts related to her personal appearance. Her work has appeared in Whurk, JennyMag, Mason’s Road, and elsewhere. When she is not writing poems about the Holocaust, she practices and writes about yoga. Find Pam on Facebook at Pamela R. Anderson—Poet.