joan and the jaguar

your soul was sold down the river
for a share of the good life
for safety, for keeps

bombshells dropped like flies
(the ones you unzipped)
and you cut through the waves
a figurehead, naked and straining,
ahead of your game by a country mile

and the salt crusted your eyelashes
and turned your hair from gleaming copper
to oxidized verdancy
and the austere beauty of your effortlessness
converted to acrimony
acid poured from your lips
you dared them all to drink it

and they did.

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