the ceramic mug is scalding my skin, but i’ll hold it delicately so that you’ll think i’m a lady.
i hope you know that.
i can be a lady, you know?
my fingers are crooked, i mean it.
they’re long and crooked and I hate them.
I drop things all the time and I tear my clothes.
I tear my clothes and sometimes on purpose.
but I swear I can be a lady.
I spit. Sometimes on purpose and sometime not.
I’m sad and angry and if I don’t like you, i’ll lie and say I do.
I hope you can see that i’m a lady.
I’ll be a lady for you. If you want something exquisite and soft. I want to be soft for you.
© 2012 Kelli Oliver