By Michael Kennedy


I’m the queen of pulling splinters
and the king of thigh high socks.
I’ve let the consecrated no-doz
melt upon on my tongue
as I pray to god for goosebumps
and the money for my rent.

I skinned a hot pink leopard
and it hangs above my door;
and I wear its pelt around me
to show you I am stronger
than the wild that has shaped us,
and I’m wilder than the person
you could only hope to be.
And if you think that I am
you’ve yet to see my claws.
I’ve weathered greater storms,
and suffered bigger cunts
for I am made of glitter, gold
and bone and I don’t need
your love.


Taken from Vertigo Vol. 2: Cellophane Flowers