Autobiography of Pink

By Aliza Abusch-Magder

Emerald rupture, to ruby, pervades

Three rings and pub tab remain, remade

That which the light touches, lush

Raw optimism: flesh flushed, affection gush

Virgin hair, never cut

Yet to see the fictive ‘fuck’

Fried fragments, pink streak

Unknown, ever inhale pique

Avril lavigne, Victoria Secret stink

The Girlfriend video of which I always think

She hates to like it when I call her baby

White lace, pink cotton, savory-sweet panties

Poking nip, prick the tit

Rotten sex, but just the pit

Sold ourselves as sluts

knowing we were mutant mutts

Illustration by Kat Chen