It’s been a while since I’ve shared a poem on here. Since I’m going to be participating in September’s Word War 3MT event (heat eight) at Affleck’s in Manchester, I figured it was time to remember my poetry roots.
This is a poem I haven’t yet had a chance to try out on an audience. I dedicate it to the woman I love.
The She-Hulk
by Ashley Lister
“Don’t make me angry,” she said.
“You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry,” she said.
“I’m like the Incredible Hulk.”
“You’re like the Hulk?” I repeated. “Because you’re bursting out of your clothes?”
She said, “No.”
“You’re like the Hulk?” I tried again. “Because you’re green in places.”
She said, “No.”
“You’re like the Hulk?” I tried, “Because you’re so much bigger than normal size.”
She said nothing.
“You’re like the Hulk?” I asked, “Because you’re inarticulate? Monosyllabic?”
She didn’t say anything.
She just hit me.
Really bloody hard.
Just like the Incredible Hulk would have done.
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