uh Heart Crossed off the Charts

I'm that faggot girl
up lighted in the blackout A.M.

I'm that faggot girl
in the ballroom corner
born without a uterus
taken on a cruise to celebrate
my infertility

you're not enough to prowl
linoleum squares with me
in tow, your awful

eye make-up & underwear
decorated with bears & giraffes

foolish child in pink
pajama jumpsuit

fostering nervous breakdown
in your elder admirers

making the mascara tears
cover the manhole covers
entirely in awful purples,

& so eager to see how
eagerly you'll kiss the convenience store