"in it's right place,"
and a "state of emergency."
i drew what i wanted
most, today; what i've
wanted steadily and thoroughly
since i sucked at its
pornographic and potent
lips last Saturday.
i drew it full, with an umbrella
embarassingly tilted to the
left, it was supposed to be sticking
straight up, it was embarassingly
tilted to the left--it was close to
the pink my father wore home on
a puked-on hawaiian shirt. he
came into my room and fucked
everything
up.
i had a larger bed back then, i felt
incredibly imperial when... my servents
finished soaking my feet warming my
sheets folding me into my sleepwear.
dad came home, his buyers and secretive
remorse was obvious: together sewn were
swatches of vommit, street and cherry.
The king was fond of his cape and the prince
was upset that the king knocked the little one's
vaporizor down. The Queen she flew to the kitchen
and made it all better. She put a bandaid on
the evening.
That Queen. I'm telling you—she's super-human.
