we suck lips in dark hallways
while the boy with the gun and broken home past, sleeps
face down at the bottom of the castle steps

those spinnin' sirens are comin'.
Their red and blue lights match baby boy's socks.
Must have been a nervous morning for all of us.

Forget Buzz and the afternoon testosterone extravaganza.
He died in that chicken ride and I survived.
Red leather jacket and all I did.

Press your hips into me, you off screen princess of Monaco.
For they won't film these in between scenes but the audience
can guess
that we made love in the dark and dampness of that mansion.

We did it without ever having to mention our parents.

I wish we could stay here.

Small proper family we have become.

You made marks on the wall with your fingernails
and rode me reverse cowgirl for an hour.
I set up your compact on the bed and stared into my reflection.
The entire time searching for that man you wanted.

Looking past myself to see if my parents had got the best of me.

I saw nothing.

10/15/2009

Posted on 10/15/2009
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