For a decent girl

Lovers On Stage

Maybe you were the lone assassin. Maybe it wasn’t Oswald at all. Maybe Greta Garbo had something to say. Maybe Jerry Lewis really was funny. The sphinx holds her secrets. All I ever wanted was you.

I’ve stared at the footage. The twin towers. Like a birthday cake. For a two year old. Everyone was taking pictures that day. In their head. I remember the smoke jumping out of the cake. Swinging her tits. Like death.

Every song on the radio. Preaching. Get rid of him. He can’t be going anywhere. Proper. For a decent girl. Go down on me. I broke out laughing. The two of us. On fire. While the world is watching.