I Am So in Love I Grow a New Hymen is a poem by Sandra Cisneros. I'm feeling it. Here's a poem for my Aries husband on his birthday. He isn't my husband yet but goddamn it he should be.
ARIES BIRTHDAY TAPE
Daddy I did not write this in a creative writing workshop in Iowa under the influence of
pinot noir and brie but I hope you will feel the gravitas and post punk passion, regardless.
I'm taped in your basement so sexy and stupid in the Five Below disco lights
my ten slutty toes wiggling ecstatic more poetic than Patti Smith at The Bitter End circa 1975
more gangsta than Tupac's dying words on East Flamingo because fuck the police
and the hipsters with their IPA Jack Kerouac birthday toasts and anyone who calls himself
a poet at LinkedIn and what the fuck is up with My Little Pony? This could go darker than
Gary Coleman in a trash bag in the trunk of Beyonce's Tesla Model S but alas it's all rainbow with you and I am gayer than a two dollar bill in Elmo's left paw and the Easter eggs are pinker than ever
chilling in the fridge until Jesus comes back with potato salad and grape Kool-Aid and we suck
white cheddar fondue from our fingers while the wax spins hotter than a Carolina Reaper.
This is just to say fuck you for taking so long to find me in the dollar bin all these receipts
from lesser affairs stuffed inside me bloating me with Billie Holiday lyrics that should have been throated into karaoke microphone for you you cardinal fire forever daddy you and nobody else because everybody else is loser contestant on The Bozo Show.
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