by Corey Ginsberg
| Suffer me sexy, last week’s paycheck, my leather lunge parade, twin trademarks of designer agony.Wear me snug, swank sarcophagus. Trot me along on this unscuffed pilgrimage to the island of debt. Package me, Catwalk me, Tiny horse trot me, And help me forget |
Corey Ginsberg received her MFA in creative nonfiction at Florida International University. Her work has appeared in over six dozen publications, including The Cream City Review, Subtropics, Memoir(and), The Los Angeles Review, Pank, Gargoyle, and The Writer. Corey currently lives in Miami and works as a freelance writer.
Causeway Lit 
This poem is so tight and cuts deep. Beautiful vocabulary. Damn good writing!
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Excellent poem! NAILED IT!!!
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I *love* this. I’ve seen so many women try to write about uncomfortable (high heeled) shoes, but you really got it. “Tiny horse trot me/hoof tirade.” is just brilliant.
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Yes! Thank you for capturing so eloquently and comically why I don’t wear heels. I’m in love with the subtle rhymes in this poem. So hard to pull that off and stay funny. Awesome.
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