1 poem
by Sara Jane Strickland
Sara Jane Strickland is a freelance writer and poet living in Toronto. Her work has appeared in Bad Nudes, Room Magazine, Joyland, FASHION, i-D, CBC Life, and others. She holds an MFA in creative writing through The University of Guelph-Humber in Toronto.
Fairy Godmother
Fairy Godmother is sick of
pretty things.
Fairy Godmother turned
the strawberry jam
on my toast into
cigarette ashes.
I choked and spit them
on the floor.
Fairy Godmother downed
a 40 of vodka
and threw the bottle
against the wall.
Fairy Godmother waved
her wand and turned
her own shoes
into rotting garbage bags.
She flew around my head
leaking sour milk
and burnt coffee
into my hair.
When I told her to stop,
she pulled out her tampon
and flung it around
like a lasso.
She yelled,
“Get fucked, little doggy!
Eat my shit.”