She said I was the only
mercenary soul as
she sulked in a corner
like a forgotten goddess.
I found her there
head all wrapped in gauze
smoky haze greeting
my gaze
and somehow, somewhere
I lost it,
the scent of man,
and wished for another
sweeter breeze
but it wasn't for me
Hello, kitty--
and then she was gone
and I knew I had lost
the source of the pantomime
and I nicked my shins
and licked my lips
and tore my dress to shreds
searching for the source
of my own petty numbness.
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