
2 Poems (Lauren Badillo Milici)
Let’s turn our attention back to the lovers—
naked, on the back of a Harley.
Fresh from my body and onto your plate.
The lady will have a bowl of gin, no ice.
I wonder, who owns that moon?
Woman like that, make you forget about Hiroshima.
All you have to be is quiet and willing.
I don’t live there anymore, but it’s where I’m going to die.
* This poem is composed entirely of quotes from The Kids in the Hall, seasons 1-5
WHEN YOU GROW UP, YOUR HEART DIES
You know this better than I do—th
naked, on the back of a Harley.
Fresh from my body and onto your plate.
The lady will have a bowl of gin, no ice.
I wonder, who owns that moon?
Woman like that, make you forget about Hiroshima.
All you have to be is quiet and willing.
I don’t live there anymore, but it’s where I’m going to die.
* This poem is composed entirely of quotes from The Kids in the Hall, seasons 1-5
WHEN YOU GROW UP, YOUR HEART DIES
You know this better than I do—th