tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551540333468323896.post8083372438462110450..comments2023-04-28T00:31:54.009-07:00Comments on National Poetry Reading Month, 2011: Victoria's Secret - Peep ShowFeatherless Bipedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02207055312949249371noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551540333468323896.post-80058145846744720872011-07-13T06:55:10.617-07:002011-07-13T06:55:10.617-07:00I can't dig up a copy of this poem online, but...I can't dig up a copy of this poem online, but from the bits you've quoted, it sure sounds like it does ugly well. She doesn't tell us anything about what happens to the narrator in the years after 1978? I'm really wondering how the story ends: whether she stays married to the guy, whether she ends up having better boundaries.<br /><br />Jeanne, your conjecture about who I'd shoot is correct. (Not on the grounds that I prefer to shoot men, but dragging your spouse into things they don't want seems more blameworthy than letting yourself be dragged, and anyway, I think loyalty to your friends probably demands that you not shoot them.)Featherless Bipedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02207055312949249371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551540333468323896.post-62089388078730077402011-07-11T19:58:07.207-07:002011-07-11T19:58:07.207-07:00Hi Laurie,
Very interesting piece. Totally grody...Hi Laurie,<br /><br />Very interesting piece. Totally grody for sure, affecting, disturbing. I'd hate to be that new wife. Please shoot me if I marry a man like that. Or shoot him, whichever/who(m)ever? you see fit at the time really. I'm pretty sure I know who Feathers would shoot, hehehe. Yup.Jeanne Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17181102170152075577noreply@blogger.com