I stand there before You,
aching for Your
i can’t believe after all this time,
never looked at me.
in my pig tails and patent leather
standing in the doorway
wistful and willing.
but You cannot see me.
for i am hiding behind the wallpaper
little girls hide,
the ones who survived.
layers upon layers cover me
yet i remain forever unchanged.
frozen in time
beneath this woman
waiting and hoping,
will you take me home?
wind kissed skin
motor runs high
I’m free again.
Out stretched road
with miles of driving
no boys in blue
feel like I’m flying.
Push down the pedal
a little more
on a lonesome highway
my spirit soars.
photo: mine, I-91N Deerfield, MA
Don’t ask me for my number.
Don’t ask me to call you sometime.
Don’t ask me if I like Shibari.
Don’t ask me if I’ll send you a nude pic
Don’t ask me to sext with you at work.
Don’t ask me to phone you at 3 am and call you Daddy, with my panties pulled down as I touch myself.
Don’t wonder to yourself if I’m thinking about you as I type these words.
‘Cause my former self jumped off that blue bridge over the Connecticut River that night and
ended things in the icy waters below.
Nice to meet you, my name is ‘No.’