good boy/bad girl

By Hypatia Artemisia

Everyone loves a bad boy, but what about a bad girl?

Can a girl be damaged,

sick,

twisted?

Bad girl, I’m such a bad girl

I cut myself open from the navel

And my insides are black and gooey

No, I’m not pure anymore, no

I am not a good girl

Good boy, you’re such a good boy

Eyes twinkling you stand up

On the bike, sliding down the hill

Wind in your hair, scent of fresh

Grass in the air; you’re so pure

Good boy, bad girl

My wounds are festering before your eyes

I am naked, and exposed

As an infant

All of us are children, on the very inside

And then inside that, we are stardust

And nothing more, nothing less

Take my hand, my good boy

Let us gaze at the stars

From this earthly gutter.