This poem is born from the same
inkwell as Koko the Clown who
climbed the stairs endless nights
coming for my innocence as I
was still beneath my blankets.
They all come for my purity.
I gave it away at 11 to a Vargas
pin-up girl. I faux loved women
who never stayed my fantasy and
I took forever to breakup so I
wouldn't hurt them but always did.
Dismounting is always painful.