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Girl in the Boys (by Benjamin King AKA rollerfink)

March 24, 2011 at 1:50 am | Posted in poem | 8 Comments

Hare Krsna Madhurika devi dasi

is not ashamed of anything.

She likes to party and she has orgasmed

twice while chanting the maha-mantra.

She is a racist (of sorts)

and she does not practice safe sex

even though she has three different strains of genital warts.

But she feels okay with the choices she’s made

and the person she is.

She is happy and nothing matters.

 

In her defence, though, Hare Krsna Madhurika devi dasi

is still a caterpillar.

She may yet make a beautiful butterfly.

But I’m pretty sure she won’t.

Other people are her cocoon and she eats them from the inside.

Hare Krsna Madhurika devi dasi is a cancer.

 

She has now joined a racing team

that is sponsored by the Nuclear Emergency Project.

Hare Krsna Madhurika devi dasi is fast on her bike and she likes the way the lycra shapes her buttocks.

They are full and firm and she enjoys presenting them to Simon, who usually takes his place behind her.

 

When it is not a race weekend Hare Krsna Madhurika devi dasi

rides with her team around the streets of Helsinki.

One Sunday morning at a coffee shop after the ride

Simon asks devi dasi what she thinks about the nuclear crisis in Japan.

“Iodine counteracts the effects of radiation,” she says bluntly.

 

Simon decides not to donate any money to the Japanese disaster relief effort at work

having carefully considered Hare Krsna Madhurika devi dasi’s opinions on the topic.

She was right not to be concerned about the Y2K bug after all.

 

Hare Krsna Madhurika devi dasi is at a caravan show now

and she needs to urinate.

The lines are long; many women are waiting to go.

But there is nobody in line to use the boys’ toilet.

“Coming in,” she says.

“Girl in the boys.”