You’re in my closet again
trying on my heels
coaxing my jeans to shrink
shrink
to just under
nourished
I have a face for you
glued on
golden fish eyes
a sassy little smack
and a painted
pout
for recognition
you wouldn’t know me otherwise
I drank a tube of toothpaste
a bottle of Kracken
and
coerced my female intuition
into
your rough clutch
you pinched
my finger tips
one-by-one
dressing them in frilly little
dresses
then my neck
choked with the devil’s diamonds
you kneel down
lips to my naked knee
a
soft
kiss of approval
I am ready.
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