Poem: “Queen Rat”

The heart of everything

Practiced its averted glances

For my pleasure. I see how

They stare.

These white blood cells attack me:

The Disease That Won’t Stop Smiling.

I weave in and out of drug deals,

The thread tying their whole empire together.

The winners, the ones who look

Ashamed, who turn down their eyes,

Who have nothing but vitamins

In their Coursing-River Urine.

When I enter the bathroom,

Trumpets flourishing,

The mice all make way for Queen Rat, and I

Lift up my skirt to piss all over their

Shiny White Urinal.