October 2011
the lack of a constant audience
and
the times before i needed to consistently check myself
i also miss
the high life
but you really can’t have it all and anyway i am doing fine, just fine, where i am, all sunshine and language and laughter and bouquets of roses, what a cliche i am turning into, what a cliche.
I don’t want to be sexy right now
I don’t feel like arranging myself
in positions that will delight your eyes
Arranging myself so that my stomach doesn’t show
so that you can’t see my feet
I don’t feel like making the effort
I want you to sit next to me
in an apricot bubble bath
and talk…
You’ve made your grave
Now lay in it.
Lying on your back
Is an easy task
When you’ve done
It all your life.
Have my sloppy seconds.
He wasn’t much use
For me anyways.
Do you like
The taste of me
On his mouth?
I bet you do,
I bet you do.
You’ve made your grave
Now lay in it.
I’ll dance on top of it.
