I could balance a spreadsheet….
if I wanted to,
I’ve mastered how to plan five dinners
On exactly ten bucks;
I can get a stain out of white anything
And remove the mildew stench
From the laundry load, had I not been consumed by this fabulous book my incisors are buried deep into-
what? you haven’t a new pair, that isn’t limp and shaped like you are still in them?
I can etch my lashes black
And shade my eyes to really pop like I’m a vixen
If I wanted to wear the expensive underwear I could
and I could be inspired to show you what I’ve mastered You don’t even know….I can twirl one pasty at a time!
Don’t think I don’t know how lucky
It is that I look best in jeans
And my hair suits my face best pulled back
And my real beauty shines best
in a plain rag-thin t-shirt
with a black bra underneath.
I invite you to fetch some ketchup
From my fridge…. You’ll notice,
It’s so clean you could lick it…
And even if you dared to ask what I did all day,
I wouldn’t let on….. my daydreams
are too racy for dinner talk,
and my poetry… to deep for you to understand