Trouser Gun, Sugar Bomb (2008)

Another chick.
Another pick.
Another man.
Another account in the bank.

“She paints her nails a deep dark crimson,
pouts her lips for sheer seduction.
he arrives with someone else’s scent on his sleeve…”

Dolls and Toy Cars.


she paid no mind
love is blind
and he’s got her a credit card
she’s his
& she’ll do everything to please.

his eager eyes slid down her dress
a move too obvious of what he has to confess.
he thirsts for this: a sense of control.
she hungers for this: satisfaction that honors mind and soul.

she said, ‘you’re my best beau.’
and he told her she’s special, and it’s all true.
but that’s only because –

– each of them was something to be used.

trouser gun, sugar bomb.
it’s just men being men.
women being women.
(c)2008
Vivien Marie Lopez
9.17.2008

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