Goodnight Effie

Inspired by the absent mistress of E. E. Cummings’ “Here is little Effie’s head”

Here is little Effie’s head
bleeding moths and shouting
for still time to turn the knob
the cupboard door is open
but hesitation                     is a key

She yelled at old men for their pocket
watches, emptied smoke curls into coffers & shirt

Rattlesnakes loved her
and bones
and one-eyed little girls
slept in her skirts with whiskey
She could shine your shoes with a bite

whose brains
are made of gingerbread

and thorn-torn roses spilled
cherry so her scalp

The storm rots
in limestone as the sickle carves
an epitaph
         when                            day

Effie is an aviator                          climbing hell’s handlebars
taking a swim
with the sinner
of parking lots
and two-bit revolvers
where flesh is 8¢ a pound
and wit prints fairy tales
on desiccated ear


She kept sharks with the lipliner
She ate up
the grass
for 6 feet
of shortbread

God will find six crumbs

dedicate one
for bubblegum pops and pipe ash
number two for the daggers licking her
a crumb to stuff a pillow
& eat dreams
the fourth for grey matter and ruddy copper
the last for Him

and one just for spite.

Here is little Effie’s head
whose brains are made of gingerbread.

About the Author

Nora Greenstein Biondi is a weird and whimsical poet that has been published in “Texas Best Emerging Poets.” She is currently working on her undergraduate degrees in Plan II and Women & Gender Studies, as well as an chapbook for her undergraduate thesis. If any of her poetry piques your interest, feel free to email her at