Whoreable (Poem)

Your reflection in a gritty mirror,

memorized like a map.

You're laughing like you're licking pussy,

to span the space to the animal world

where waters rise high,

like skirt hems,

and sad girls with runny noses.

Radiant,

clear,

completely empty,

a ravishing sage,

a neon gypsy queen,

an anti god in pink and lace,

on the backseat,

thighs open like a bedroom door.

bvk, 2021.

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