There was malice in my mother even when
she suckled me with overlarge breasts.
A mammoth of malice which tusks me to this very day.
when she registered my birth (after a force.
of 'er's, 'uhm's and 'hm's) as Jane..
.
How I long to be an Esmeralda or an Electra,.
wear my amber hair down a mythical white ass,.
glaze the town green with enchantress' eyes,.
even bury my surname down Dad's crumbly tomb.
with a flying no-thanks kiss. Then I'll seduce
with velvet words every man, woman and child
until I become a disembodied voice
taken for God or Lucifer, even Venus.
Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane Jane
This daily dolomite yodel is an avalanche of mockery.
Esmeralda or Electra is buried 15 feet in real audio
while a full-bodied me stares back from the mirror.
Her snide kohl-streamed eyes find mirth
in my corporeal slavery. She thinks she knows who she is
by lipsticking her name on walls: Cleopatra.