cocaine dolly likes their lips
caked white and licked wet again,
likes their wrists bent frail.

those hands of hers sing silver
and promise prettier emergencies,
oh,
but,

sweetheart,
don't be fooled. sirens only come in
two colors. accident and tragedy. (and neither
likes to whisper.)

& dolly's kisses come with consequence;
she's as committed as communion and addictive
as confession. (boys whisper in bathrooms, talk dirty
to dolly and she'll beg beg
scream --)

oh, but never mind the rumors,
because
dolly's bloody noses, at least
they never come from boys.