by Michele Rocha
You’re lucky I’m so fucking evolved
or you would be dead by now
My well-mannered cultured well-bred
Lady
would not risk the scandal
of having the town stumble over your
rotted dismembered body
in the garage freezer
That’s what the dragon me wants
To wreak havoc on your ordered world
To undo that princely reflection
To crumble your foundations
And burn off your too cool
Façade
Down to its bones
That’s what daughter Heart wants
to seduce the universe with dance
with the next love next experience
Love the raw jaggedness.