by Juliet Cook
A laugh track inexplicably punctuated with hisses is like a vampire-fanged kitten. Those are the only teeth it has. The Rape-aXe is inserted like a female condom. It has inward-facing barbs. Don’t worry it can’t turn inside out, which is probably why the audience isn’t laughing now. Don’t worry this is just a warm up routine for a whole litany of foreign objects.
Juliet Cook's poetry has recently been published or is forthcoming in Abjective, Action Yes, Diagram, Diode, Oranges & Sardines, Robot Melon and many other online and print sources. Feel free to visit her website here.