off with her-his head!

said the red queen as she painted

 

my white chest crimsons

 

a rose is a rose is a god damn rose

is a god damn rose

 

what you are

 

is yes not what i am yet

 

will you take the rose out of me?

 

was the rose born a rose or did

she paint you red?

 

do you know, really know

 

color?

 

thorn by thorn, snapped off

these my hip bones carved up

 

into dowering rods

 

where the well water is a woman

is a woman is a woman is

 

mutilation body mirror

 

where I tape my father’s 5^th grade

year book picture

 

& say I do believe

In boys, I do I do I do