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Rebecca
Cook
TestimonyWhen they put me on the stand I told them that I've been using my third finger ever since I was eleven and when they asked me about vegetables and candles I just laughed at that and told them that me and a good book under the covers is enough anytime. I make a little tent under there and my smell is strong and sweet and I wet my finger with my own spit and everything is slippery and subtle like a whore behind a door moaning or the shadow of lovers moving across the wall at night when you can't sleep and the air is thick and all you can think of is your own aloneness and your need to fulfill yourself and own what is most totally yours, your hand moving, your legs trembling, your ass tightening up with the moment when your breath comes fast, you can't stop it, and then it's just you and the night and no one else and that's okay I said to the judge, but she couldn't hear me then, her hands had sneaked under her robe of their own accord and I could see from the look in her eyes that I was absolved. |
| Rebecca Cook lives
in Chattanooga, Tennessee where she writes poetry and prose. She teaches composition
and humanities at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga and she is president
of the Chattanooga Writers Guild. - Has published poetry and prose
in numerous literary journals and magazines including Longshot Magazine,
The Spoon River Poetry Review, Plainsongs, Southern Humanities Review, The
Comstock Review, Northwest Review, Old Red Kimono, The Adirondack Review,
and America Magazine. She has new work in, or forthcoming in, Northwest
Review, The Baltimore Review, Slow Trains, and The Comstock Review.
- Trying to write a novel, more stories, more poems, more everything else.
She loves referring to herself in the third person. When she gets bored,
she watches movies or googles herself. Website: godlikepoet/
email: R.Cook
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