Geena Slow
Barbie Girls
Tonight, let’s have Rebecca over.
We’ll find ourselves with white wine
bonding over how, when we were younger,
we made Barbies fuck.
Hard. Plastic boobs
clinking against Ken’s man nips.
Three men for twenty-one ladies.
OMG and one Ken had legs that always fell off
amidst the act of having sex and cheating.
We made them do all sorts of nasty things
in-between the world ending
and kissing goodnight xxx
before accidentally getting pregnant
and making families.
Rebecca’s parents divorced first
then mine followed
but Rebecca and I stayed
only two households apart.
We couldn’t stop giggling
about Ken’s empty pelvic area,
about the idea of sex
like some great fantasy
of the glittery unknown
and shiny bare skin.
Oh, the fumes of my metallic pink nail polish!
And my P!nk CD that we listened to again and again
as the war between Bratz and Barbies began.
‘I’m coming up, so you better get this party started!’
We were bitchin’, buying mini gummi pizzas for 50 cents,
wheeling the barbie campervan to the school playground.
It was wild, that year my mum fell
in love with Rebecca’s dad.
That time they caught us
midway through the act,
with their naked plastic bodies
barely hidden under the handkerchief sheets.
Geena Slow grew up but wants to grow down and grow carrots but doesn’t have enough dirt. She studies English Literature and History and works part time in a bookstore and aspires to travel and write.