our promised land is mortgaged
waters poisoned
your daughters legs are spread
mass culture ready to eat her out.
she buys it all-
the gossip rags, fake tans, cherry-flavored condoms.
she aches for it and it takes her gladly
leaving behind only a faint scent of perfume.
blood nails and cocksucking lips and artificial tits carry on.
girls lose their virginity only because it's trendy
and people obsess over the human interest
pieces on the nightly news.
i lash out with coffee breath
and short nails and unkept hair
and no religion
as my mother sits me down and
asks me not to step on any toes.