poem i wrote after absolutely murdering a bagel in public
sometimes I think I just want to be a thin woman who goes to a café alone
and shoves a bagel into her face
and strolls out to do important things
in a way that suggests eating is an afterthought
like it’s possible to be a woman who isn’t haunted
by her body
but anyway
is it bad if my religion is just like
thinking it’s ok to be sad
if you’re pretty?
poem i wrote after my boyfriend made me dinner
sometimes i question my sexuality
but then a tall white guy makes me potatoes for dinner
just like, plain potatoes
and i’m like
yeah, this does it for me
sometimes i think being a straight woman is just
preferring to always be a little disappointed
Amanda Faye Martin is a playwright, and occasional writer of poems, short stories, and satire. She is originally from the U.S., but resides in Dunedin, New Zealand. She is currently the Playwriting Fellow at the University of Otago.