sharpen your eyeliner like kitten’s claws:
dark and dangerous and too easily dismissed,
blue eyes for passing venom through cherry lips,
red hair and pale hands and narrowed hips.
sharpen your nails like songbird’s talons:
small and fierce and brightly colored,
the song of the century coursing through your veins.
sing to me, darling, like the sunrise,
like mixtape CDs and shakespeare
through blown-out car speakers and headphones and window cleaner.
twist pretty words into double helixes--
rearrange the DNA of everyone who dare attempt to slow your pace.
you are not a force that they should reckon with.