You can get glammed up and go to the bar, or you can read poetry in the bathtub.
I trust you’ll make the right call.
sheath
tonight
i wore
hot
pink
lipstick
and slid
into a
dress
that fits
like perfection
i step into
heels
then
slip it
all off again
shed free
of lies
like snakeskin
lain still in the
late-day sun
reckoning
my neon
mouth
and pale
skin
i
find
these
simple
words
i have
nothing
but my
body
to offer
the crowd
i have
nothing
but my
word
to tether
me to man
they
can’t
have it
both
ways
and
none
of them
can
touch me
