aayoungthe first poem
to ever boom from my lips
in a public place
shattered window glass
of the warehouse bar and theatre
onto the rooftops of
hipster microbreweries
in brooklyn
.
for a moment the cops
stopped searching every brown
man, woman, and child on the street
to listen to a mad woman explain
how daddy is the word for god
to a little girl
.
bright lights, big city
and a southern cry so loud
the king’s bones stirred in his tomb
at graceland
i’m one of those punk bitches
who only allows her hardass to show
as a defense mechanism
in uneasy or new situations
oh sure i’ll wow you with my cunning
solve the equation
act as your priest
fix your lawn mower
discuss shades of lancome lipstick
and throw in a dorothy parker quote
but i can’t take a compliment
ms. fucking poet
i was jadite cynical
low to the ground from consorting
with predatory beasts
until this miracle of a man came along
and he could have just as easily been a woman
so don’t go assigning sexual motivations to this friendship
this goes beyond physicality
or shitty romance movies
this boxer from old piss covered brooklyn
poet with a missing finger
man whose way of loving me
has made
all of it
stop hurting
i only put johnnie walker in my mouth once
stoned on a balcony after a poetry reading
swimming with gutterfish
early summer in brooklyn
he was beautiful
perfect for me
cock so big you could feel it in your spine
so i knew to leave him there