White Tail Park

Elisabeth Kuhn

They said I could wear clothes
during the all-nude art
show at White Tail Park.

Hundreds of breasts,
naked, perfect in oil,
charcoal, and ink,
lined the booths.
I liked those
of one artist best,
and asked how much
he would charge
to draw mine,
with scars.

At 5 o'clock, the gallery
They told me I'd have
to remove all but
hat, sunglasses, and shoes,
if I wanted to stay for the hike.

I sat in my car,
watching my neighbors
drop their clothes
into the trunk.
Slowly, I unbuttoned
my dress, squirmed
out of my panties.

Hiding in the crook
of my car door,
I opened my bra
and walked over
to the hiking trail.

Nobody stared
at my breasts.
But they saw,
just as I saw flaccid
penises, breasts, flop
as they walked,
as I walked,
growing taller.

© Elisabeth Kuhn

Elisabeth Kuhn grew up in the Black Forest and in the Hunsruck mountains of Germany. She has degrees in linguistics and journalism from U.C. Berkeley. Now an associate professor of linguistics at Virginia Commonwealth University, she is studying for an MFA in poetry.

Her poems have appeared in International Poetry Review, The Paterson Literary Review, Troubadour, The Formalist, 96 Inc, LiNQ (Australia), Potpourri, Santa Clara Review, Sow's Ear Poetry Review, Free Lunch, Chiron Review, Explorations, Urban Spaghetti, Stitches: The Journal of Medical Humour (Canada), Sweet Annie and Sweet Pea Review, and in Unbearable Uncertainty, an anthology of writing about the fear of breast cancer recurrence. One of her poems has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

Look for her work at www.elisabethkuhn.com (under development now).

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