she
is the only
one who brings her
own wine
to the party
and
it's always cliquot

she
is that girl,
find her perfume
on your supreme hoodie
but she will leave,
and you know,
she fears nothing

she
is too white
to wash out of your
duvet, too rich
to devour whole
and too bougie
to ever live a normal
life

she
is the space
between her thighs
and nothing else
her eyes are as empty
as the macy's storefront
but she's better than that,
louie v all day, every day

she
is urban,
the hypebeast,
the sneaker head,
the cool girl
she is everything them
white girls want but don't
need

she
is a nightmare,
the disembodied hand
sends a backhand slap
across your cheek,
the mother who drank too much,
the mother who's jewelry
blinded you

she
is a poem that
rambles towards the
last stanza, just like
this one, and she
is my elusive lover
*she is a ******* goddess