She was a holocaust made of birth rites and self pleasure
How many laps of milk will suffice your libido
There is blood in the water and semen from inside me
Subject yourself to a the subjective self, with reservation.
These are the days made of stiff drinks and stuffed green olives
Cocktail dresses so high you have to look down to look up them
These are the days made of no-label medications and stuffed cunts
A party favor, excellent accommodations, bent over for the newest release.
I see smiles for the host as she tips the bartender
I see long hugs from old men carrying money
I see my father making passes at my mom’s sister
I see that this isn’t so far from what I will be…when I grow up.
