cozy time

i am not beautiful -

actually i look quite unsightly

when i present

myself

to the queen

at the grocery store

where i buy my

bottles of tonic and Tums.

somebody

please save me

from the blood underneath

my skin.

it feels contemptuous

at best, boiling

like a bad day sun.

i am the hardship your mom

warned about.

that thrashing beast

who plays guitar when people

try to sleep.

that goddamn bastard no good son of a bitch,

that's me

in all my glory,

drunk-fucked and liberated,

wanting to love you

the way nobody ever did.