you have glitter on your eyes
and blood on your lips
how they beat and
adore you
while you glide on the pole
just a few extra bucks
and your straps
come undone

when you were seventeen
you sold
your virginity
for two thousand dollars

and became
a prostitute
as I had once
predicted
sarcastially

and now you live
in sling
and in thong
as you never
even
dreamed

it wasn’t for the money
no, never for the money
you were well off
well enough
it was because
somewhere
beneath
your innocent
plain
brown
eyes

there was a hunger
to be ravaged
and destroyed

you wanted to please
and be demeaned

and i can’t just place these thoughts
into your lovely virgin head