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Peter Mladinic: Pretty Face

Art by Bernice Holtzman 2024

Pretty Face


by Peter Mladinic


She sat across from him at a table

outdoors, they were eating hamburgers.

His and hers. The burger in her hands

close to her mouth, as if she were about

to bite into him, bite by bite devour my

boyfriend Colin. So I Kaitlin devoured Mo.

Shot by shot. The girl whose apartment

she was staying in found her in a fetal

position near the toilet in the corner

of the bathroom, her brains leaking,

the girl told the police. What the girl

didn’t see was I shot Mo once, as she

tried to get away, shot her twice, a third

shot, I just kept shooting and ended it

in a corner, she couldn’t run anymore,

or cycle, to win ribbons for cycling.


I fled to Costa Rica. First I must tell you

in high school I was voted “best hair.”

In court my sister said she didn’t know

how I got her passport. A lie the court

didn’t swallow. In Costa Rica I taught

yoga, as I’d done in Austin. I too cycled,

that’s how Colin and I met, and how

he met Mo. They’d dated off and on

before I met him. He won’t visit me

in prison, my sister will. I did my best

not to get caught, in Costa Rica, plastic

surgery. But I couldn’t change pretty.

If I weren’t white, female, young, pretty

would I have gotten the death penalty?

In high school I was voted best hair.

Can’t change a sociopath, that crazy.


Ninety years.  With parole I’ll be out

in thirty. Sixty-four. I’ll still have a sex drive.

I’ll ride a bicycle. Something Mo can’t do.

Her brains were leaking. The court

considered manner of death. Maybe if

I were male, and looked like the boxer

Sonny Liston, they’d have strapped me

in the yellow mama and fried my brains.

I don’t know how she got the passport,

sister lied. Lock her up for aiding me.

I’ll win the sociopath beauty contest they

have in the prison. I’ll teach yoga, write

a book. No crossing the finish line for Mo,

no more Colin. I caught them together.

She lifted the burger, about to devour him.

I devoured her. Look at my pretty face.



Peter Mladinic’s fifth book of poems, Voices from the Past, is available from Better Than Starbucks Publications.


An animal rights advocate, he lives in Hobbs, New Mexico, United States.

Bernice Holtzman’s paintings and collages have appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received. She is the Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2024