I call girls ‘grrl’
and men ‘boy.’
kissing is unnecessary
and sex is like a toy,
something to play with.
***
Maybe smoke in the morning?
I thought I saw an indicator of trouble
early on.
Look, you be the queen, and I’ll play pawn.
***
can’t really get mad cuz I encouraged her to ghost
the rest. what comes around, etc, cest la vie, I guess.
Every time I hear ‘crown’ and
‘scepter,’ I think of you,
you queen, you. Ruling over
the populous is no chore
for you. This is not a dig,
my queen. Do not execute
me, but I do think of you
when I hear ‘never’ and
when I hear ‘tour.’ Long
live you. My queen. My–
Ack, the guards. I’ve been
misunderstood, and as a result,
well, you will execute me.
Crown and scepter suit you
well, my queen. Throw up
the hand, flick the wrist.
The ax drops, or the noose
tightens, or the gas fills
the chamber, or the guns–
The tour never started.
The gorgeous girl does not travel alone.
Trained like a proper boy, her dog follows.
In the air she is queen. Nobody dares
disturb her aura, but still she drags.
It’s the danger of appearing in public,
she knows. The assault of the ordinary
is almost too much. Almost.
She knows puppy love and how
to abuse it and use it
to save herself from a dull and lonely life.
Yes, the gorgeous girl does not travel alone.
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