Doux

What I feel like right now

Pretty, pretty, so fucking pretty
with a soft pink scarf.

It feels like a noose.

It's from Jordan, my brother
got it for me, I tell everyone who asks.
I smile
I smile and smile and my lipstick cracks.
Choco lipstick, chocolate to go with
strawberry cigarettes, flavour tongues
totally in style.

To go with earrings, teethmarks, an albatross,
with hailstones cracking on cold
cement pavements in January.
Sweet dreams of snow cities
far away, mountains and trees and
a silver stream in between. Take me away please,
sweet boy on the other side, fall in love with me.
I look out of the window:
I'm falling apart under my pretty skin.

What do I feel like right now?

Like what I saw the other day,
a pack of solitaire cards:

The king, queen and jack of hearts
strewn across the street,
at the edge of the world where
the sun ends and the shadow begins.