Banquet Du Jour

Oh hell baby
Just touch me
I don’t care where
I will open for youj
I am your doorknob
You always get your turn

I broke the shelf
To get here
I’m not sitting
That’s my back disappearing
Around the corner
Chase me
Wouldn’t you like to know
Where I go when you’re gone?

Curiosity kills
But it’s my own best friend
My own personal absinthe
Of bright green
I am lying on your table
My hand doing curious and delicious things
Come taste the meal
I have prepared for you

-Zoe Richardson