“The end of my vampire boyfriend,” by Anna Della Zazzera
Aug 20th, 2013 | By Defenestration![](https://www.defenestrationmag.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Defenestration-Poetry.jpg)
It was Monday
when you burned up,
in a swell of
fire and brimstone.
It was Monday
when you burned up,
in a swell of
fire and brimstone.
You have Barbie dolls in your basement
with tiny shoes and tiny other things.
How’s her hair ? Sticky?
I always thought she used a little too much product.
Do you love her? Do you touch her?
Is she strapped in a box or out and about
peeking in on you.
I thought I saw
myself
floating above
the bed,
I have never tasted locust-borne starvation,
or been forced to swallow ancient misbeliefs;
I have never run from engine-driven sea waves,
or been thirsty on an island cuffed with reefs.
Potatoes have their ways of lying. Hold one
close to your lips and spit-shine the shit
out of it. Do this in the store, oblivious
to the old ladies’ stares.