Carlotta by Carma Nibarger
What I Learned in Prison by Brant Fechter
I've seen the photographs. The macaw blue eyeshadow and the slitted skirt. I can see myself slowly devolving For you. I've bleached my hair, And every morning I reach for the FrostedBlush tube of lipstick. Just for you.
I've learned that mothers Are always right, And that fathers will Agree unless if it costs them money. There is no way To be completely happy outside, Unless it's to get food, Or you are with someone you love.
I do. Like her, I want to be your favorite ball of string. With your careful instruction, I too, can be the blow-job poster-girl White streaked hair and wet lips (parted) With a hot bowlish mouth, eyes as contemplative As dried squirrel turds, And I will wear your cum like A Beauty Queen's sash. When you look at me, you can Ignore my crooked bicuspid, and Super-impose on my smile Her dazzling Oyster-shit teeth. Forget my flaws and live in the past. Her precious perfection. Idolatry at its finest.
Friends are only worth your time If they make a specific point
Of calling you on April Fool's Day Each year with a new lie for you. Cheaters love to race And to count things, Lovers are always broke And give away everything. Cars were made for Make out sessions In the back seat When parents are at home. Trust can be bought And happiness is everywhere There's a laugh, a smile, Or a memory.
I will be what she was before she frayed. You can objectify me, Fetishize me And do what ever you did with she. I promise No complaints.
Fast red cars are gold Until robots will obey Each person's command, Or I have children.
And together, her ghost and I will join To become one holy consumable victim of you.
Answering a phone Is like solving a math equation, And having an answering machine Is like using a calculator. Freedom always costs money, So if you have enough dough You can buy lots of cars With tinted windows and big back seats
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