My Maiden Aunt's Lips I’m going to build a monument to infertility and there will be no penises or breasts. There will most definitely be no vaginas— but there will be lips and they will be pursed and cinched and of course, downturned. These lips will not be dusted red and they will not be plumped, they will be… blue yes, they will be blue and wrinkles will circle their perimeter. These prune-bag lips will sit atop a bronze pillar in the city centre next to the kangaroo, joey spilling from her pouch. © 2010 Kelly Pilgrim-Byrne Follow this link to comment

* This Week's Honorable Mentions: "Full of it" by Derek Richards "When He's Sixty-Four" by Ron Lavalette "Rural Triptych" by Jane Roken "The Memory of Flight" by Roxanna Groves

* Honorable Mentions are in no particular order.