Queen of Goodbye
She is the vision that few men behold in a lifetime.
her business card is a farewell note.
it begins with: Dear _______ (fill in your name)
She is Eve, Jezebel, Cleopatra.
Salome’, who would take a man’s head for a doorstop.
an angel in tattered, soiled silk,
devil-girl, with neon eyes and flaming lips…
when you saw her, your eyes became wide,
you wanted to speak, but your throat was frozen.
so she said it for you:
*** I know I’m beautiful. ***
She’s not conceited, she’s simply aware.
She once asked you What do you do for fun?
the concept was unfamiliar. I don’t know…..I write poetry.
She said that’s fun?
and then she showed you fun…Fun…sweaty,
pulsating, and thoroughly draining.
as she brushes her hair, she says That’ll be a hundred, baby.
you admit: I’m broke, but can I do something for you?
She turns, and spits out Write me a poem!
(you don’t think she’s serious.)
and she goes on her merry way,
wearing mangled hearts and crystalized tears
as trinkets on her charm bracelet.