I Called Z Passably Pretty
And she was unhappy about it.
I am either pretty, or beautiful, your choice.
But you've always called me beautiful
And so with you, in the sanctity of us,
I was always beautiful. What's changed?
Or are you fucking with me, playing,
Always playing, but with an edge, sometimes
Too sharp. I don't give a damn if you
Think I'm beautiful. Read your poems
To me, mine to you. Think of us in a dark
Room, me slowly unbuttoning my shirt,
You're on fire, that should do it.