Tonight's Poet Corner: You're My World, Bitch
You're My World, Bitch by Belinda Roddie Let's get real: you spoonfeed me vinegar; I find sweetness in it like it's a poor man's honey. I get just right under your skin as if a parasite burrowed its way into your sad excuse for an epidermis. How about this: I kiss you to show you all the ways I care; you proceed to lick my nose for the same reason. Hope the sweaty tastes good, you brat, like the goddamn ocean during the worst heat wave of the year. Because I adore you and all your pettiness, all your silly bullshit and namecalling. I know none of it is all that serious; if it were, I'd be halfway to San Francisco's Chinatown with a single suitcase and no fucking idea where to go. Once I get the acid down my throat, I'll let you sample something more saccharine. Bring it on, asshole, darling, light of my life. I'll let you glow like a motherfucking red street lamp in Amsterdam.
