Chloe N Clark

It’s the Horror of My Friends that We Say Mean Things About Blondes

We curl our lips above our teeth, snarls
to show that we mean it
and we count off all the ones
we’ve let go of:
sometimes we can’t even remember
their names, the color of their eyes,
the sounds they made in pleasure

when people say our names,
we don’t always answer
because giving in to a name
is being devoured by it,
we like it best when you
scream it

make our names sound like
sacrifice, like falling through black
holes and being pulled apart
without knowing it

Every time someone says
do you remember ____
we say we don’t, we never count
the ones of us who no longer
are our own

we never liked to lose,
but sometimes we practice
remembering what they looked
like: her eyes, her nose, the way
she moved

and if no one is watching us
we might even
whisper how much
we miss her hair,
tangling in our fingers
as she made some joke
about someone we all despised



Chloe N Clark’s work appears in Booth, Glass, Hobart, Uncanny, and more. She teaches, writes for Nerds of a Feather, and her debut chapbook is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Find her on Twitter @PintsNCupcakes.