“It took the embalmer three days to prepare your body. He removed a half moon of flesh from the base of your hairline; sutured it as tight as your corset to reduce the postmortem swelling of your pretty little neck. Those infamous breasts deflated as a result of the autopsy. Under your favorite chart…”— Sierra De Mulder, redamancylit.wordpress.comTagged: Poetry, modern poetry, feminist poetry, marylin monroe, Naked