Bust open the door to get to a pen and paper
coat thrown on the floor
heart long gone as we were
shut it all out; sounds, shouts, baby come here
I have a story to tell you
as he rubs me hard and grabs hold of my fear
lay it under the tires
drive directly through the reds
in that danger zone, stop at nothing
but my clothes off
as wives and husbands have a fling
a hash-tag love affair
eating supper and hiding in bathrooms
over and over kissing all the colors in the rainbow
to get to your pot of gold.
I’m buying karma beads
gifts to my bitchy self
turquoise stones and empty pink champagne bottles
you stand back and watch me fall
pull my hair back for my drunken New Year’s Eve nightly crawl
drinking shots with no hands, knees on the floor
I could put on quite a show
dancing Greek like a pro.
Belly dancing whore, shaking hips
to your wet lips,
can you forget me?
Looks like you already have, I see.
You’re so quick,
another pretty face to eat you alive
with your southern charm
while your thousand dollar suits keep you away
from my kind of harm.
Idiotic days with titles
to remind me of how to love
but I need no such prompts
pick up a pen and fight
strip to Marvin Gaye
You know I mean what I say
I’m stubborn that way
but the way you caress my hair
stretch out your touch out of nowhere
rub my leg with a drink in one hand.
Did you forget your money or your mind?
leave it all behind
to be free for a while
entranced by your poker smile.
I’m not like that
face it, I’m a grown up brat
to breathe down the street
my arm in yours
watching old black and white movies
you’ve told me
without even realizing
how the signs were everywhere that day,
and I saw how you looked at me
when I crossed my legs.
I’ve been writing in my notebook, you see
where there are no eyes
upon bitchy me.