Manga Girls Need Love: Rebel Little Rebel
Little Rebel in denim shorts, a Tee-shirt that reads Potter Got Punk’d. Her room. I’m stranded on some outpost of love, hoping it doesn’t get nuked by mutant minds. Her face is all about innocent sex pot vengeance, her eyes of some dark artificial intelligence. On the radio, a techno beat, then gothic metal w/ screech & growl. Little Rebel flipping through the pages of Egg magazine. I’m not exactly a fan of Ganguro. “The world is ending,” she says, chewing gum, her eyes, flashes of intensity, as if scanning secret codes from page to page. “People never talk to each other. They just want & destroy. The only ones remaining will be a few punk skull autistics like me.” She throws down the magazine. We stare at each other as if one could be made marble and the other could crumble. We make love with trapped animal longing & despair. We dress like cyborgs with detailed instruction sets. At the door, I turn & say “I love you.” She says she still wants me. Her eyes are glassy. Her voice is broken glass.
– by Kyle Hemmings
Copyright© 2012, by Kyle Hemmings. All Rights Reserved.
Kyle Hemmings is the author of several chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications), Cat People (Scars), Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), and Tokyo Girls in Science Fiction (NAP). His latest ebook is Moon Down Girl from Trestle Press. He blogs at http://upatberggasse19.blogspot.com/
There is such longing and despair here. The torque is very well done.