Flavia

If the word bitch didn't exist,
there would still be New York City,
dildo capital of chick flicks.

Don't misunderstand me, Flavia said.
I don't write poems that sound
like lesbian folk songs.

Don't forget the handcuffs.
What?
I said, don't forget the handcuffs.

The language kept changing on her.
She juggled her jugs without a bra
and the result was a milkshake. Awe

and shock swiveled her wily hips
as she walked knowing the eyes
of the windows were on her ass.

Eat your heart out, assholes,
was the meaning of the sound
of her heels clicking on the sidewalk.