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.