I pull out of my hairbrush the fur of a new animal
I smell on my ex-lover the beast I once was

atop my kingdom-sized bed, I’m disrobed in my lonesomeness
sending nudes, shades of pink and brown blooming for the flash

I wield sex like a weapon and then turn it on myself, sharp and slow
getting all worked up for a fuck I can never seem to give

someday my prince will come in my hair and offer kindly to rinse it out
and I will learn again all of the ways to call somebody “baby”