Duane Michals

you were Morrison
wasting the dawn
with me
when you could have been with
someone else

dreaming of a way out of

mesmerized by some
weird astrology

the way you were once
mesmerized by

you’re not enough for me
Reckless Johnny

you were never enough
for me

I’m a desperation angel

I’m a woman of
endless night

& I’m worth more than you

you will miss the way
my belly curls
the way my body curves
the way I moan when I toss and turn
in bed

you will always hear me breathing down
your basement door

I’m the ghost of pussy
you will never have

Photo: Duane Michals, “Dr. Heisenberg’s Magic Mirror of Uncertainty,”
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