by Kristie Gearhart
I used to see this guy who was made out of chicken bones.
He took me out on the cheapest dates.
Mondays were wing night,
Sundays were wing night,
Every night was wing night.
His feelings were mild,
And even though he refused to call me his girlfriend,
I was a fool to think his heart would always be dripping in my hot sauce.
Kristie Gearhart is an Interdisciplinary Art student at Youngstown State University who uses mixed media to explore and challenge the stereotypes and timeless obstacles of being female.