She walked in, a punk rock killer
in doc martens and a hard-bitch jacket
and she sat down and stared at the wall
scowling through blood red lipstick
and I asked the devil to introduce me
but then she looked up at me for one second
and immediately I turned into something charred
and smoldering, dead forever.
This is a little funny because I wrote this poem in 5 minutes while I was in a coffee shop trying to write a different, more lovely poem that I was going to use for this week. The other poem didn’t work out.
I’m kind of uncomfortable using the term “hard-bitch” because that’s not really the way I talk, but in my mind that’s how this character would proudly describe herself, and after playing around with a bunch of less profane alternatives I decided there was no other way to put it that had the same effect. Anyway, the whole point of the project was to take creative risks and feel a bit uncomfortable, so that’s that.
“and immediately I turned into something charred
and smoldering, dead forever.”
Line that is surprisingly hard to say aloud:
“scowling through blood red lipstick”