I may speak like a woman, but my throat
is a lovely murder, a dark tent.
Even the grift reeks of prairie heat,
the men, their teeth glowing in the gaslight.
Bed-blind and beautiful, I can recite the US capitals
while removing my stockings, can pull
a goldfish from my cunt and amber my limbs
around women like bending spoons.
For a dime, watch me fuck the menagerie’s
wan beasts in their filthy cages.
Snake charm, fire dance, sword swallow.
You can put anything in my mouth by now.
With only a thumb,
pluck the folded note of my tongue.
(not one, but TWO four letter words in there, plus bestiality...I've been reading a bit too much of Girl Show: Into the Canvas world of Bump and Grind)