{"id":5035,"date":"2013-08-07T13:15:44","date_gmt":"2013-08-07T19:15:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=5035"},"modified":"2013-08-07T13:15:44","modified_gmt":"2013-08-07T19:15:44","slug":"liz-kicak","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/?page_id=5035","title":{"rendered":"Liz Kicak"},"content":{"rendered":"

Girl Eaten by a Tree<\/strong>
\n
\nMark Ryden: Oil on Canvas, 2006<\/em><\/p>\n

So sweet! Like peach nectar. Even her
\nbobby socks tasted like candy.<\/p>\n

Strolling among whispery pines, larkspur
\nand honey-scented clover. A trio of skipping girls never suspected
\nthat innocuous alcove in the oak, where robins fought
\nto lay their eggs, would soon be stuffed with one of them.<\/p>\n

He was ravenous — starving, rooted in place.
\nHe never hesitated to wrap his branches
\naround her slight waist and shovel her in
\nhis open mouth. She flailed and kicked
\nbut he ate her headfirst so the screaming was brief.<\/p>\n

Her golden ringlets tickled the top of his throat.
\nHe gagged and almost spit her out but then he got a taste
\nof the candied flesh. His bark breaking into her body — the joy
\nof the feast surpassing his best epicurean dreams.<\/p>\n

Her shoulders, still in their blue silk frock,
\nslid down with ease. Each pearl button of her dress
\ngliding over his tongue. The slight puff of her belly,
\nher syrupy hips and thighs — thighs soaked
\nin peach nectar, soaked in maple sap!<\/p>\n

At last, he is sated,
\ndrowsy — not the least bit sorry.
\nHer doe-eyed, porcelain friends stagger away
\nwith the buckles from her maryjanes.<\/p>\n

LIZ KICAK<\/strong> lives in Tampa, FL. She received her MFA from the University of South Florida and is now the Assistant Director of the school\u2019s Humanities Institute. Her poetry has appeared in New York Quarterly<\/em>, Barely South Review<\/em>, The Tulane Review<\/em>, Southern Women\u2019s Review<\/em>, Palooka Literary Review<\/em>, and others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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