73 (French kiss)
Maybe you can lie your way out of this.
You know I’ve always admired your lying.
Someone like you, doesn’t need to slam doors,
or stomp feet, or throw the remote control.
Someone like you leaves craters everywhere.
Someone like you kicks holes in the sidewalk,
even if her shoes don’t fit, even if
she runs on the tippy toes of her claws.
You think you haven’t tied me in your hair?
Go ahead, just you go ahead and pull.
You can cut through me like a nest of wire.
You can gather up your elfin ribbons.
But lie to me, liar, with a French kiss.
forthchoming in KGB Lit