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Megan Mercado

Megan Mercado runs a pet sitting service and is the mother of a young son. She is also pursuing an MFA Creative Writing degree at Texas State University. She has published her first chapbook this past spring, with a small press in Austin, Texas called Swing Press. Megan's work has also appeared in Xeriscapes, Yellow Light Movement, and elsewhere.


Sonnet for Bishop Don Juan

We went to da Pimp N’ Ho Ball.  Dere was

herb, ice, and ass fo all. Some rap tycoon

by da light of da moon was pouring a glass

of Crystál.  Yo, we lit up our crack spoons

 

like noon.  Ho’s stripped off dere g-strings fo dips

in da pool – bling was swinging from one and all.

Inside, pimplicious ladies like Sweet Lips

Mercedes were lined up from wall to wall.

 

We rolled to da Pimp N’ Ho Ball. You know

we be takin ro-call, sayin who old

school, who east coast, who bank most we all toast..  So

pimps: Wear yo green fo da money and gold

 

fo da honey, when we ride into town.

If you a true pimp, yell “Pimps up, ho’s down"


Spring Fling

You could be English
Or tender
A green
A vine
Bender
A market
A canned
& uncanny-
P.
O u could b
Split 4 soup
A scooped-
Out
& scraped
A green dug
Out canoe
U useful
P, I rename
U papoose
U loose-leaf
And leafed through
Green
Book
U
R
A
P.
 
Me,
I could be green,
Tender
Sender
Of soft
Tendril
Up, up.
Tend her
Garden,
Guard 
Her split 
Green,
Come 
Undone
Under her 
thumb.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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