Cherry bomb world
E. Kristin Anderson
  Fuck your wars, dry air
  sucked out: dismal, sterile.

  Click—a death rattle I want in a voice
  you awoke. Let’s cruise, crank, quit,

  again, faster, backfire, point: cursed.
  You whore. Trick the things you pick up

  from leaves, that magic, the talismans,
  words of power. Curse it female.

  Find one bitch of a doll filling with
  blue smoke; risk your precious truth. Laugh

  or cry? An illusion behind the window
  to make ourselves heard clearly:

  another loud and rumbling voice
  in rusty lace, my innocent wasteland.

This is an erasure poem. Source: King, Stephen. Christine. New York: Signet, 1983. 36-37 Print.

E. Kristin Anderson is a multi-Pushcart-nominated poet and author who grew up in Westbrook, Maine and is a graduate of Connecticut College. She has a fancy diploma that says “B.A. in Classics,” which makes her sound smart but has not helped her get any jobs in Ancient Rome. Kristin is the co-editor of Dear Teen Me, an anthology based on the popular website and her next anthology, Hysteria: Writing the female body, is forthcoming from Sable Books. She is currently curating Come as You Are, an anthology of writing on 90s pop culture for ELJ Publications. Her poetry has been published worldwide in many magazines and anthologies and she is the author of eight chapbooks including A Guide for the Practical Abductee (Red Bird Chapbooks), Pray Pray Pray: Poems I wrote to Prince in the middle of the night (Porkbelly Press), Fire in the Sky (Grey Book Press), She Witnesses (dancing girl press), and We’re Doing Witchcraft (Hermeneutic Chaos Press). Kristin is Special Projects Manager for ELJ and is a poetry editor at Found Poetry Review. Once upon a time she worked at The New Yorker. She now lives in Austin, TX where she works as a freelance editor and is trying to trick someone into publishing her full-length collection of erasure poems based on women’s and teen magazines. She blogs at and tweets at @ek_anderson.

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