Punk Show Ho's. she was tonguing her tongue in 7-11 flourescent light with punk-rock songs in her head and her red lipstick imprinted on her dr. pepper bottle they sneered and jeered and she heard them mutter "slut" her 20-eyed steel-toed boots ready to gut and she heard them say "dyke" and she muttered to herself "gee i fucking wonder why" the patch on her bag said "dead men don't rape" 7 Year Bitch knew the anthem to instigate so they left the store the yelling got louder the fight was on it was a matter of time revolution in a parking lot is this as far as progression has gotten? she tossed the bottle her friend threw their bags in the car they weren't scared of boys they weren't scared of boys they AREN'T scared of boys. she stomped out her cigarette though she'd like to smash it in one of their faces and one of the frat pigs stepped forward with his unintelligible nuances and drunkenly muttered how he wanted to fuck her in the ass-- after he bashed her punk rock head in. grrrls aren't punk, he said. punk grrrls are trash, he said. punk grrrls are sluts, he said. he said, he said, he said. and on he went, with his babblous bullshit and Mona pulled up, in her '68 Camaro wanting to know what the fuck was going on and Ronnie tried to explain, but not me, i tongued my tongue some more as he kept on with his taunting as i thought to smash his testicles into oblivion as the girls that were with them giggled coyly behind them, attached to them by their vaginas no life support of their own just GET YOUR OWN LIFE SUPPORT QUIT HANGING ON TO THESE WASTES OF LIFE THAT MAKE AMOEBAS LOOK LIKE GENIUSES i thought of donita sparks of L7 at the Reading Festival, and sooner than i could stop myself i pulled out my tampon, bloody as if they'd beat me and i threw it at them and i said "EAT ME" (yes in devotion to donita, an unoriginal act, but it sure caught them by surprise) they jumped back, grossed out-- i pulled my skirt back down i hopped in the car with Ronnie and Mona followed us to the punk show where we could be punk show ho's and ain't no one gonna remind us of it. -hb 11/19/00 9:23 p.m. back home