Hands grasping at venom.
There was a girl who was not a girl who believed herself to be without merit for the world,
she went to the zoo to play nice, brought a basket and a sack of rice,
she went to a reptilian keep, black as satt cloth,
to feed the snakes her frothing heart’s cough.
There were children and vendors, ice cream and water,
she paid them no heed, she was no ones daughter,
she leaned in and blew a kiss,
and the hisses blew slits.
Carnivorous cannibals, she had her animals, her rice,
time to make nice, had she not the right to her life,
holy mass at the holiest fork in the road,
she through herself into the cage,
and french kissed her bent rose.
They rose up and snatched her soul like a dirty cop,
and she thanked them with all that she got,
which wasn’t much from nowhere,
they drove up her back,
and she wanted it hot.