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here have all
the queens gone

with cherry red lips
purple feather boas

silver sequined sheaths
covering pointed breasts

fishnet hose over thick
black hairy legs

i miss their sweet
toothy smiles

beaded gloves
covering chunky fingers

i want to sit on one of their laps
to smell the beer and cigarettes


About Judy Brekke
Born in and again resides in Minnesota with Stephen S. Morse (spent between 1969 and 1982 in the Bay Area). A co-editor of JUICE, (first as a print magazine now an e-zine). She has worked with children all her life in early childhood education. Wrote and illustrated a child's book of poetry in 1981- never submitted - it rests on her bookshelf. Now working on a book of poetry with Stephen S. Morse, 'Places that Linger', dedicated to their granddaughter. She loves roasting marshmallows, watching fireflies, and experiencing life through the eyes and mind of her granddaughter Willow. Published in numerous small literary magazines both print and on-line. Won the Ina Coolbrith Memorial Poetry Award in 1978 and 1979 with her poems sharing a place in the University of California (Berkeley) Archives.
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Just then the ambulance arrived which created a distraction, a welcome break. The injured man got strapped in and stretched off. The crowd was going nowhere though, it was buzzing like a curious swarm of bees.