By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 4 June 1999

bloody knuckles

fucked up delusions and cheap paperback fantasies
        won't lead me to his door
pleasant chit chat and a rundown of my favorite things
        won't lure him to lose himself
          in the wacky depths 
            of my estrogen
 I'm humming songs he has never heard
 I'm advertising myself on his broken t.v.
 I'm throwing myself down on the tracks
      and his train won't leave
        the motherfucking station
 I'm spilling honesty on my wrists
      wearing my colors and not worrying
       about whether or not they match
   and he is locked in a box
   and I don't have the key
   and he is a frog
   and my kiss is not magic enough
   to get him back to prince status 
        he makes me ache
           and tingle
         and grin a big grin
    but none of this matters
       if he won't
        let me in