I would have let you borrow my Morgan
but I am moving down south at the end of the month
for economic reasons and to help a broken heart.
My rent will be low so I should buy you ten Morgans
and raise you a Beyonce in the Gaga.
August nights in New York City are august.
Payback for the afternoon frizz and tit sweat
and the boil festering on the lip of my labia
that ends at my taint.
I am spread wide on the bathroom floor administering
hot compresses to this land mass
I call Luxemburg. The cats find this
odd, but since this procedure is far from their food
bowls, they don’t give a shit.
I am trying to take a picture on my i phone of this
cunt parasite. I only capture
fat thighs and gray hairs.
I am Lady Gagging. When I walk
down Canal Street with all the almost- naked hotties
men give me a wide berth of respect.
Braless, I am avoided like an accident.
Beyonce is playing Orlando in September.
Vicki Iorio is the author of the poetry collection, Poems from the Dirty Couch, Local Gems Press, 2013 and the chapbook, Send me a Letter, dancinggirlpress. You can read Iorio’s work in Hell strung and Crooked, I Let Go of the Stars, (Great Weather for Media), The Brownstone Poets Anthology, The San Pedro Review, The Mom Egg, Crack the Spine, The Painted Bride Quarterly, The Fem Lit Magazine, Redheaded Stepchild Magazine, The Paper Street Journal, Poetry Bay, Home Planet News, Concise, Cactus Heart, Rattle on line, South Florida Poetry Journal, 521 Magazine, RatsAss Review, New York Times, blog site, 823 on High, Poetry Super Highway, Eratio Poetry Journal, In Between Hangovers, Conch.es, Anti Heroin Chic, Misfit, Califragile Poetry, Poetry Pacific, Carcinogenic Poetry, and punchdrunkpress.