Dead Sexy Part 1
ginko trees in the park across the street
727 n. capitol
the dean apartments.
sitting amongst the radius of leaves
little yellow reflectors in the sun.
just breathe. breathe.
it’s my happy place
i go there sometimes.
my biggest pet peave is people who can’t
properly fill an ice cube tray.
a family of turkeys might be living outside your window,
you said.
hilarious considering you’re on the third floor.
(in the city)
this was the next morning
when outside your bedroom window
i was blinded by the light
and confused by the sound
after a night of boobie tassles
shaped like strawberries
on a woman five times the size of me.
you kept screaching as we rode our bikes
away into the night
the unexpected, warm rain
smearing my mascara
and you
trying to scream away the sight
of a fat lesbian shakin’ her booty
in some sort of weird teddy getup
dead sexy.
i guess i can respect it
and you told me to be a lady
anyway
(when i couldn’t stop saying “gunt”)