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Daphne Gottlieb

Daphne Gottlieb is a walking, talking, life affirming, yarn spinning dynamo. A San Francisco-based poet dedicated to the fine arts of provocation and visibility, she is the author of Why Things Burn (Soft Skull Press) and Pelt (Odd Girls Press). She has been widely published in journals and anthologies, including nerve.com, The Exquisite Corpse and Slam: The Competitive Art of Performance Poetry. She was a team semifinalist in the 1998 National Poetry Slam. Additionally, she toured coast to coast as half of engaging and thought-provoking poetry duo "Hell on Heels," and was featured on the national SlamAmerica bus tour and with notorious all-girl spoken wordsters Sister Spit. Her festival performances include SXSW, the Albuquerque Poetry Festival, and the Better Living Through Amplification Festival. Daphne's passion and eloquent determination to illuminate the darker sides of human existence have won her accolades, rave reviews and groupies galore. She lives in San Francisco, where she continues to stitch together the ivory tower and the gutter using her tongue.

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feminine protection

oh honey honey I'm telling you -- a woman's work is never
done. why that guy who gave me the once-over twice
pumping his hands under his overcoat --
well, his eyes don't open so well
since I sprayed him in the face with my
Miss Lady Aerosol Pump Superhold Formula Hairspray

and then that guy who felt me up on the subway, well --
blame it on my Lady Eve Press-on Manicure Nails in Sin Red
and something about that kind of fruit, why
that adam's apple just fell right out
ripe and red into my hand

and that guy on the corner calling me everyday
with his hey baby baby doncha wanna baby baby
doncha wanna piece of me

and I said yeah baby baby yeah I wanna piece of you
and took off a one-inch slab of his tongue
with my Non-slip Grip Lady Schick

and oh those guys who tried to jump
me on the way home oh don't you know
these things always end in tears
I was so sorry to lose my favorite pair of Foxy Lady
Five-inch Patent Leather Spike Heels -- it's going
to be a while before I get over that one

but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do
and don't even start me on what happened
the night that guy broke into my sanitary
pad it took me hours to clean off my Curling
Iron, my Nail File, my Tweezers, my Just-For-Me
Sandal Toe Queen Size Control Tops are still hanging out to dry

and what with all the screaming
I'm lucky I didn't get caught red-
handed with my Pink Comfort-Tip
Scented Double-Barrel Super-Plus Sawed-
Off Tampax but Thank God for
feminine protection.

A girl never knows when she's gonna need
to soak up some blood.

© Daphne Gottlieb



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