She's got bad girl written all over her,
Signed in black ink across her arm.
Oh Jesus, B, she says,
Breaking the image with conscience,
And an expression fraught with shame.
The sleek muscles twitch,
Adrenaline junkie fighting the next fix.
So tell us, B,
How do you play good girl
When inside you're howling?
July 2, 2000
© Lela Kaunitz