Bad Poetry
You should come over and kiss the sunburn under my racer-back bra
and not be bothered by the scars on my back.
(It isn’t my fault I’ve got bad skin.)
Don’t ignore my little lovehandles but instead think they’re as adorable
as I think they are because if they weren’t there I think my body
would be more boring. (It’s true.)
Let me give you a French pedicure with orange and blue polish.
Trade the taste of coffee without coffee cups.
Play footsie on the couch and twist an ankle in the cushions.
Dignity has nothing to do with it.
I’d wear boxers if it wouldn’t scare my parents.
I’d give to you if you were close enough to take it.
It would and you’re not so I won’t.
Simple truth.