Baker’s Dozen Sci-Fi Sonnet Featuring Charlotte Bronte’s Dress
Made of an H-O Junk Bond
Mon sem-blah-blah-ounce, this fission sonnet
is a dumb blonde standing on a melting Mont Blanc
junk bonded to the phrase “O, that I spend my childhood
in the Alps.” Come to think of it, I am an Alp.
Only a hydrogen-peroxide woman would yell
let me out of the Brontë house. In Haworth, I tried on
Charlotte’s dress, my waist’s circumference
a smaller o than the nineteenth century where her potential
energy’s stored and I thought…Indifferent horizon!
Fizzing fuzz cell hell fusion cuisine string theory!
Bomb of was, you never were! Us girls put petroleum byproducts
on our lips to kiss Swiss chocolate. That yelp alp
is anorexic. Atomic mass diet. Mon, whatever.
Sandra Simonds is the author of two previous collections of poetry, Warsaw Bikini (Bloof Books, 2008) and Mother Was a Tragic Girl (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2012). Her poems have appeared in The Best American Poetry 2014, the American Poetry Review, Fence, Poetry, and other journals.
Margaret Bashaar’s poetry has been previously collected into two chapbooks, Letters from Room 27 of the Grand Midway Hotel (Blood Pudding Press) and Barefoot and Listening (Tilt Press), as well as in many literary journals and anthologies including Rhino, Caketrain, New South, Copper Nickel, and Time You Let Me In. She lives in Pittsburgh where she edits the chapbook press Hyacinth Girl Press and is a staff writer for Luna Luna Magazine. Her debut collection, Stationed at the Gateway, will be published by Sundress in 2015.