Mariam Zafar is a Pakistani-American writer pursuing her MFA in Poetry at The New School. A desert dweller at heart, she writes between Miami, Dubai, and New York City. She is the 2015 winner of the Paul Violi Prize in Poetry, and her work is currently forthcoming in Bird’s Thumb. When she’s not working on her collection of poems, you
She’s serving it:
a god’s honest
live kitten accessory.
A blandly beautiful baby
will be entering the world
swaddled in cloth
it shall be invisible
God damn! Welcome to the Clooneys’
The Talented Mr. Ripley-themed wedding!
It was all like elegant couture
all feather boas and furs
all rhinestone and stretch,
telling abortion jokes
Fuck off, Duchess Kate,
the wedding of the CENTURY
Spoiled Pussies (written about hearing that Karl Lagerfeld’s cat is fronting a makeup line) Our pet, Choupette! The anointed cat queen of fashion, Karl Lagerfeld’s own pussy has her own makeup line! Huzzah ye graceless apes, a touch of the female feline has descended to add mystery, grace, and disdain to animal-tested, Choupette-approved cosmetics. Oh,
Robin Thicke longs to be shackled to your unobjectionably objectifiable breast— to suckle and croon.
And this righteousness shall descend upon all hobbykind,
regardless of bodily autonomy or sufficient mental capacity to assume their life is their own,
Oh ghost of fame that’s past, known wide for naught,
Proud hotel daughter rich with hollow praise,
You haunt the halls of baseless fame well-bought,