In Manolo Blahniks,
While her chair wears her jacket
And her fingernails play Orpheus
On a cigarette
packet,
A cold goddess in stone
And a flounce of french lace,
Gravelled footsteps
don't lift
Her resting-bitch-face.
So I announce
my arrival
With an unconfident cough,
Her eyes still
on the sunset,
She tells me to...
****
off.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
In Manolo Blahniks,
While her chair wears her jacket
And her fingernails play Orpheus
On a cigarette
packet,
A cold goddess in stone
And a flounce of french lace,
Gravelled footsteps
don't lift
Her resting-bitch-face.
So I announce
my arrival
With an unconfident cough,
Her eyes still
on the sunset,
She tells me to...
****
off.
