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Weird Sisters: Initiation

By Jen Hawkins

Honorable Mention, Poetry, Create | Encounter 2019

“As [my sister Grace] grew, I took to bribing her for her time and affection …anything a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl I was trying ...”

“Now I can say that I still haven’t had an abortion, but I wish I had …” – Lena Dunham

Not hazing; joining.

No handshake secreter, no code word, no caul

reclining we stand, united we sprawl

When the time is ripe for ripping, make like Eve enticing

set for him your sticking place, beg a serpent come


                    an eyelid

     he was just 

                    learning sleep)

and empty of him

in fulfillment of the sisters

Out, damned spot. Damned Tadpole King. Out, you pretty parasite

    (slit open 

                   the blind and

      wake him

                   in pieces)

and breathe a Lamaze farce a wakeful lullaby

     (sleepwalk forever

                   for a sweetening sluice)

better a bedknob better a broomstick better by hook hose curette crook

     anything but a gavel, Grace

Oh, enormous smallness

Oh devouring little

her cleft pelvis her bearded unlikeness

her red royal carpet uncoiled for the runt

     (straddled the cauldron and burned sex off like a wart)

a speechless ghost crowning (kindling)

the women are roaring.


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