An Algorithm for Flowering the Rod

Kimberly Vodicka

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Madonnasaurus rex,

a fissure of men. 

The inferior queenly,

for lack of a better worse. 

I'm goin' out tonight to jostle

the ole soul stir true,

eyes in the morning, until you

fell off the wagon and died so hard

tonight, was but

a nipple in time,

it was bright brute,

it was girls just wanna. 

We are all too much


An annoyingly thin time in the tenderloin


Girls who are paid to look sad clad and Nico,

willowy, too,

and neandearth. 

                                    The pretty ones, the bottom


So put on your happy face,

your Glasgow smile,

your cheeky heart, I saw

your broke down oh

on the oh how doth. 

For a love that is so,

that is so

that I out of control. 

I boldly goat

where no one dote. 

For though

who'll never know

the kind of it

that we've. 

It spans Niles. 

It anus hearts, bleeds


Kim Vodicka is the author of Aesthesia Balderdash (Trembling Pillow 2012). She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Louisiana State University (2013). Her artwork has been published in TENDE RLOIN, and her poems have been published in or are forthcoming from Shampoo, Spork, RealPoetik, TheThe Poetry Blog, Finery, Women Poets Wearing Sweatpants, Epiphany, Industrial Lunch, Moss Trill, Smoking Glue Gun, Luna Luna Magazine, Deluge, and The Volta. Her manuscript, Psychic Privates, was a 2014 Braddock Prize semifinalist. She invites you to cruise more of her work at

Illustration by Bethany Knowles Thompson.

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