Ode To A Straight Girl

Yes Darling,

I have no doubt...

A bite of apple is enough to sustain you.

Set it there,

On the five dollar mag you feign reading.

You're such a pretentious bitch,

And no one looks more fetching in vintage white than you.

Let the church call,

I'll tell them the apple can't be had at any price;

Since the perfection of your lips,

The touch of your teeth,

It has been rattling off the most enchanting gibberish

Like a saint in extremity

Backwards and in French.



La-de-da, Your Highness.

Let me light you another reeking cigarette

Until you are nothing but a gorgeous, noxious cloud

With a different Moses for every day of the week, worshipping at your tapping feet.

It's only the speed.

Who, darling, enables you the way I do?

Who listens to your fantastic bullshit until dawn?

Who kicks the men out when you tire of them?

Who stalls the devil, downstairs in the vestibule?

I am your apple,

My poisonous beauty;

Until you bite my flushed skin

Absently sucking until I tremble and flutter,

Not strong enough to deny you

Even as you throw away the core.

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for Magpie 30

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