(thank you, Lara)
she wears her past on her face
painstakingly applied,
the way girls prepare
for dances and proms
not that she had ever
been invited to either
she was the hot chick
that would actually
fuck you
her name
was not Angela,
it was RayAnn
or Anita or Lara
it doesn’t matter
how the years pass
her word is still good
and so is her pussy
her truth terrifies
the unprepared
she is always ready
there are no yearbook
pictures, no wedding
rings, though there
was marriage
once
she never changed
her surname
she knew
it wouldn’t last
cigarettes,
drugs, guns
and beer
gone
unmissed,
unwanted
unheard
decades flicker
behind blue
eyeliner
ebony mascara
hot chicks
never die
they watch
and wait
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