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Thursday, September 28, 2006
Poem: The Internet Is For Porn

By Rebecca Traquair

(“You’re a pervert.” – Kate Monster, Avenue Q)

I can’t even say it starts innocently enough
else I wouldn’t even be here

searches spit file names at me

“Found out our cute Russian babysitter was hot for me
so the next time my wife was out
I tied her up and brutally raped her”
of course, I think, that’s the only reasonable reaction

who watches this stuff?

the man with the camera was laughing
but the laughter ended, long before the recording did

the most convincing fantasies have tears, maybe even real blood
reality lacks production values, but even that could be faked

I keep demanding proof, confronting these impulses

who will the next video reveal?
grown woman, pigtails and lollipop-ridiculous and
barely able to keep a straight face

or something else
breastless, hipless, faceless, and terribly, terribly naked

“Snuff films don’t exist,” claims another file
by now, I don’t want to know anymore

I’m up all night looking for answers
and finding only evidence

(Regular DaRK PaRTY Contributor Rebecca Traquair is a poet living in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. She recently read this poem to a coffeeshop filled with elderly women.)

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