Cher is a babe; that hair bounces more than a rubber ball, and hey!
who knew Nicholas Cage could look good without a hand?
I have two, ten healthy fingers — can only find one woody on me!
and I’m no Ronny. You look at me in the office like I’m Johnny,
but I don’t think our involvement will kill my mother.
I’m no baker but I’ve stuck a thing or two in a slicer,
if you know what I mean — we can share the moonlight.
I can break a few things, pretend to hate my brother,
place my arms around you to calm any nerves,
if it means you’ll get in my bed.
Olivia Thomes is a poet from Boston, MA. She currently works as a Farm & Equine Animal Welfare Specialist at the MSPCA and as a Farm Education Programs Coordinator with Natick Community Organic Farm. She reads for The Literary Review and The Other Stories Podcast, previously having read for The MOON Magazine. Olivia has taught writing at the college and grade school level, is an avid equestrian with 10+ years in the field, and has experience leading service learning trips exploring the literary community of New Orleans where she also volunteered with the St. Bernard Project rebuilding homes affected by Hurricane Katrina. Her publications include The American Journal of Poetry and she holds an MFA in Creative Writing with a focus in Poetry from Lesley University and BA in Literature with minors in Writing, Communication, and Music History from Wheelock College.
