suppose there’s a point of pointlessness
where complaining just puts you in
one of those obligating positions
and low-maintenance seems best
but lo it is lonely waiting again
bitches i’m back to having
nothing but some bit part
of someone else’s lowlife
hearts want what hearts want
what hearts want what hearts
want what hearts want what
heart wants the consolation kiss
which creates no difference
between you and i
whatever is in my body
now lives in your body
so what offense
has my body caused
besides damselhood
your personal villain comes
with you wherever you go
whatever is in my body
now lives in his body
his offenses are many
he will be greeted warmly
these girls they love a bad boy
these girls they crave and beg the lie
these girls have become addicted
to filters on their photographs
and nail polish and lipstick
so they cain’t hardly look
in the mirror without a soft cringe
these girls they would do anything
for someone who says the kinds of words
that have existed only as
imagined intonations
you understand yes
that center frame is irresistible
even momentarily
these girls they need an agent
and a casting director
who will fight for them
to win a leading role
someone tell these girls
they need new headshots
mattress dungeon 