Bad girls are lining up all around the block
inside my head
tapping high heeled feet impatiently,
scuffing the toe of just polished motorcycle boots
adjusting breasts, fluffing cleavage and looking out
with hungry eyes
I never knew them, not really
even though that's what we were called- always
even though that's what I was born into
like a shoe box with a lid without air holes
even though that was my identity
I always thought I was bad but not a girl
or bad at being a girl
or not enough of a boy to count
or too much of both to be believed
I never knew this sense of wild
fires blowing up in the wind
taking down buildings and trees
and old men pissing out whiskey in the alleyway
I never knew the girl with the matches was me
they burn all the time, no matter if it's wild fire season
or winter rain pouring down onto the pavement drenching
everything
they burn all the time
without ever cooling down
they are just
heated hungry and full of greedy
wanting more and more and more
wanting you- and they don't care if you want
them
they don't care if you
think you do
they just know what they want and when
know how they want you
bent low against the footstool
forehead pressing in between
their generously parted legs
hands holding your short hair tightly
tugging you in then pulling you back
because teasing is as sweet as tasting
because they can
laugh, they laugh in delight
in anger and for no
reason
at all they laugh in churches
at funerals and in pool halls
they are not concerned with the social order
they are anarchists with lipstick
masks and low cut
dresses and stockings if they feel like it
and bare pale legs if they don't
and they are happy to wear your boxers
happy to have you carry their damp panties
in your teeth and their desire
in between your legs
they move like contagion
they move like dancers
with hips that grind to the beating
of your heart which they can hear
miles away they know things
they shouldn't know
they knew eve when eve was innocent
they knew eve before the apples
and pears and the vines that grew wild everywhere
they know how to eat without shame
with the bite of sharp teeth
with big bites of everything
salty sardines and peaches
onions, garlic and deep fried everything
bits of your lips if you aren't careful
the bad girls are restless
the pop of gum and finger snapping
makes my head hurt
they want up and out onto the street before it gets too
late for playing
they want to be set free and are convinced
that you are ready
and if you aren't don't much care
the bad girls are tired of waiting
they are putting on red lipstick
whore skirts and white pearls
they are closing up pocket books
and tucking in cocks
packing for anything
ready for muster
ready for you standing tall
or on your knees
just better say please
and thank you because bad girls
get mean without mercy
without warning.
inside my head
tapping high heeled feet impatiently,
scuffing the toe of just polished motorcycle boots
adjusting breasts, fluffing cleavage and looking out
with hungry eyes
I never knew them, not really
even though that's what we were called- always
even though that's what I was born into
like a shoe box with a lid without air holes
even though that was my identity
I always thought I was bad but not a girl
or bad at being a girl
or not enough of a boy to count
or too much of both to be believed
I never knew this sense of wild
fires blowing up in the wind
taking down buildings and trees
and old men pissing out whiskey in the alleyway
I never knew the girl with the matches was me
they burn all the time, no matter if it's wild fire season
or winter rain pouring down onto the pavement drenching
everything
they burn all the time
without ever cooling down
they are just
heated hungry and full of greedy
wanting more and more and more
wanting you- and they don't care if you want
them
they don't care if you
think you do
they just know what they want and when
know how they want you
bent low against the footstool
forehead pressing in between
their generously parted legs
hands holding your short hair tightly
tugging you in then pulling you back
because teasing is as sweet as tasting
because they can
laugh, they laugh in delight
in anger and for no
reason
at all they laugh in churches
at funerals and in pool halls
they are not concerned with the social order
they are anarchists with lipstick
masks and low cut
dresses and stockings if they feel like it
and bare pale legs if they don't
and they are happy to wear your boxers
happy to have you carry their damp panties
in your teeth and their desire
in between your legs
they move like contagion
they move like dancers
with hips that grind to the beating
of your heart which they can hear
miles away they know things
they shouldn't know
they knew eve when eve was innocent
they knew eve before the apples
and pears and the vines that grew wild everywhere
they know how to eat without shame
with the bite of sharp teeth
with big bites of everything
salty sardines and peaches
onions, garlic and deep fried everything
bits of your lips if you aren't careful
the bad girls are restless
the pop of gum and finger snapping
makes my head hurt
they want up and out onto the street before it gets too
late for playing
they want to be set free and are convinced
that you are ready
and if you aren't don't much care
the bad girls are tired of waiting
they are putting on red lipstick
whore skirts and white pearls
they are closing up pocket books
and tucking in cocks
packing for anything
ready for muster
ready for you standing tall
or on your knees
just better say please
and thank you because bad girls
get mean without mercy
without warning.
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