Sandy Hiss
 
Sandy Hiss likes to spend her free time drinking fancy coffee, eating chips, and watching shows about the paranormal....all at the same time. 
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Two Poems (April 9, 2009. New Pink Moon. Issue 3)

Ovum

Every month, clusters of eggs
gather at the Hotel Ovary.
Gamblers, they clump together
like a steaming pot of tapioca. 

Each hoping for a shot to play
the gigantic slot machine:
the prize, a wild 5-day trip
down the rapids of Fallopian Tube 

River to mellow Womb Lake.  Tour
guide not included. Passengers
will travel at own risk. Odds of
survival, 50-50. 

Dog Tags

dance up and down my chest
with every tap of my heels.
A silver disco light
against the pale of my skin dress
pulled taut like a tent
over rough terrain.
My name forever engraved
on a pocket sized headstone
that I wear around my neck.
Burial date: unknown.