I Was Karma Fucked by an Alien Zoo

(a true recipe for semi-happiness)

Pillow

                 incense

a glass of white wine

to stomach the fear

kneeling on the floor

& no help near

is that clear

the best way to wear your hair

is to plait it in a cat braid

& tie it with black ribbon

are you afraid?

i hope so

he’s huge already

around your wrists and ankles

ribbons with tiny bells

they damn your kind to hell

his two thick thighs

set wide

no pride

   

a truck parked down the block

where you can’t see it

a buzzing in your head

like a wasp trapped in a jar

if they find you dead

what will be said

thank god, you won’t be here to hear it

I’m going to enjoy this,

he says

almost like the threat

it is

any moment now you’ll be tasting

his jizz

his fizz

that’s life, you think,

& swallow

wallow

shaved balls tucked into a pair

of skimpy black panties

your shrunken cock

a nub

a flub

of nature

you hear applause

in spite of all your flaws

a cold smear of cum

where the air conditioner

kisses your knee

do you have to pee?

too bad

he calls you faggot

it’s like you’ve been doing

this all your life

& you have but with a wife

in your fantasies

no wonder why it feels so right

if he put his hands around your throat

would you fight
or flight
or sit there holding tight?

no regrets

could be tattooed

on your breasts

and leave your high heels on

he says

of course, you think,

& he won’t kill you

till he cums

this & crumbs

are what you live for