I can be accommodating;
Like a shore existing solely
For the ocean
To roll on over me;
Like a thirsty, open canvas,
Waiting for you
To paint me your favorite colors.

I can be a little caretakerish.
Need a hand?
Get a cold,
Say you need me,
Just be hungry.
Then watch my heroics.

Ridicule me in class
While I’m sitting at your table
And everyone knows who
The snickering is about -
I may blush,
But I won’t rock any boats.

If you’re married,
Ask me to coffee,
Shed a tear or two
To mark the amazement
Of being in my presence -
I’ll lean in for the kiss
Sell my soul for a stroke.
I’ll only vomit a little
In my mouth –
Later, on my way home.

If you’re an ex-husband
Who needs a ride to court
For your third DUI in a year,
Just ask me in your needy voice,
You know the one,
And I’ll make my already full life
Crazier
Because I can’t say no to you.

If you’re an ex-fiancé’,
Come on over!
I’ll give you an orgasm
Without even a backrub
In return!

Well, that’s what yesterday was like.

Today,
There is Durga,
A Goddess
With three gorgeous eyes
And eight arms -
Endowed with
The power and weaponry
Of the finest entities in existence
And I say, “Bring it.”

Today is
“Death to the Nice Girl” Day.
There will be no ocean big enough
To swallow me today.
I have my own brilliance
To fill my canvas.
My car will not drive you to court.
I will not wear your watch.
Today,
I will call you out
If your whorishly plumped, glossed lips
Twitch in my direction.

As for orgasms,
Go fuck yourself.

04/06/2009

Author's Note: Probably needs some tweaking, but it had to get out.

Posted on 04/06/2009
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