Paradise Park by Amy Charlotte Kean
Bumper to bumper, ten fat rows
of tin caravans’ all-you-can-eat asses
brandish neon unwelcome signs: NO MEN ALLOWED.
Lilac dahlias flourish from beneath each wheel
Paths painted with faint lines like yellow brick connect the doors
and bold, out-of-tune hums to Mariah Carey windsurf the clean air daily.
Nightly the buff girls stand guard with crossbows
secretly praying for male attention or adrenaline, but
a guy trespassed one time and lost his cerebellum in seconds.
It seemed the only solution back then, a scientific
A safe, non-toxic paradise with no dicks.
They touch each other if needed, watch romantic porn with storylines
Some of them, not all, stopped shaving their legs.
It was one of those things. Where theory and reality clash in
Bloody murders like a closing scene from Carrie, to emergency stop
ten dickless years, bumper to bumper.
Amy Charlotte Kean is an advertising strategist, lecturer