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Bewitch me, hellcat—nude, high-
ponied eyes. Behind your blockade, draw a crowd and ask
me, roséd in flannel & shades, am I a ten?
Boomerang me, blonde. Crazed, you
glittered angel: lead-painted, wings clipped.
Borderline broken in that hotel room, you
cracked me, cajoling—my nails are too wet—you begged me, bae!
to pull that black leather skirt up over your ass with my quaking
freckled fingers that change diapers, iron and fold my husband’s
expectations. Catch a glimpse, kitten: me trying not to
look at you like a creep. Pour me—
against Mormon sensibility—champagne,
& lick my chantilly flame
birthday fingers in cream. Pluck pink berries
from my fluttering tines—I’ll avert my eyes.
Selfie your kibitz, your kissy-face cruelty—
insta that shit. Snap it down south
to your husband in Texas
while I sweat, fly-hatched & yellow,
dreaming of you in jeans.