She Is Just Anyone (Poem)

What will you call her,

name her,

label her?

The banshees you call to bed,

screaming

names,

passing through

revolving doors

spinning in your throat.

You recall by taste.

Is she anyone?

That girl you always leave

in the rain

so you can't see her crying?

Say her name.

Can't?

Cruelty still wet on the tip of your

articulate member.

Guilt not an aftertaste you cough up.

Why be cum such a beast?

Did you call her by a different name?

Is she just anyone?

For the songs that whispered

her scent across your lips,

like smoke signals stacked

and burning

between the lines of lyrics,

what did you call her then?

Is she just anyone?

What was her name

when she left you abandoned

and without love?

Was it revenge that burned

her crime like a brand,

into the torso of every girl you

ever held?

The trial by fire of your heavenly body

raining down rage to make the

feeling of your own shame waft,

like smoke,

up,

and away.

What did you call her last night?

What do you call her today?

Who will she be tomorrow.

Is she just anyone?

Hair and eyes a carnival choice

of mix and match moods.

Is she just anyone?

And truth and trust?

Less to fear than fear,

so she eats the lies you feed,

master to a dog,

once kicked,

she wants to will your toxic

a kindness,

a humane hand.

Yes, to believe you.

But the song echoes.

What was her name again?

Just anyone?

Don't her freckles remind you

of getting close to someone else's smile?

The truth,

manufactured,

reminiscent of another name

you're trying to remember.

Tell me again,

why you hate every woman

you meet,

just because you

don't want to remember.

Tell me her name tonight.

Will she stay to warm the cold topography of your bed?

A forest to be burned like kindling,

twisted in fishnets and lace..

She is just anyone.

Dress her like a doll,

a puppet strung,

strung out,

dangling like a string of pearls.

What's her name tonight?

What's her name?

She is just anyone.

bvk, 2021