I Love the Greatest
My body passed around
Like a collection plate in a Southern Baptist Church.
In my days as a flower, I grew Wilde before I was forced to bloom.
My petals were ripped open.
My ivories of the carnation
Blistered into a scorched red.
I’m not a flower anymore.
I’m a woman.
Momma said there’d be days like this.
Days when I couldn’t hide behind Hemingway’s white elephants.
Now as a woman, I love the greatest like a bitch in heat.
My hedonism morphed me like a Hellraiser.
Mmm, my body calling out,
Thrashin’ wild in the wind.
I urge me forward,
And the tender parts are scraps ravaged by the homeless.
I Love the Greatest.