I used to fantasize
about the life I used to want –
well, always wanted.
Yet, I could never visualize with my own eyes.

I was the thoroughbred.
Satin panties with a bedazzled asscrack.
The day I ate that holy bread —
in my mouth, Jesus’ sack.

Marriage.
–
But they forgot to build the carriage.
Self-love and confidence — never taught,
but to be…read more