justine vigneron

I've only been to Raving Poets once. I thought it was okay but I was too terrified to get up and read anything. There's nothing like this in Vancouver . The band thing was a little frightening. They kinda looked like a bunch of freaks. They sounded okay, I guess. Whatever. Anyway. I found the Web site and thought, why not send some of my poems. It's safe this way. The next time I'm in town I may muster the courage to get up and read something. But until then, this will have to do. I mean, these aren't very good but, well, I hope you like them. The first poem was written for my mother. It's a poem about her. She met my father in Prague and well, read the poem. It's pretty self-explanatory. I don't write really confused and deep shit. It's pretty straight forward. The second poem is about smelly crotches. This is something I feel women never talk about. And sometimes our cunts do smell. And it's not a bad thing. Anyway, this poem deals with that. And the third poem is about female masturbation.