Golden Shovel with “Fed up With Hunger” by Saintseneca

When I transgress against biblical womanhood, I think of how

you grinned at me when I blushed against dollar bills. Does

my long skirt excite you more than my homeschooled vocabulary? One

Halloween, I toyed with the run in my tights. That taught me so

much more than wool, flax, and a chewed piece of gum. I’m still young.

I’ll wake up early to do yoga eventually. I’ll become

more than an easy night on a porch over Cook County alleys. So,

ignore my prayers and that you might find me fed

on the bread of idleness. On Valentine’s Day, I stay up

too late to stare at your bike locked outside my apartment and fill with

humiliation. or, maybe, hunger?