lansdowne

divination wasn’t my strong suit, 

but it was nearing september 

and we all know how that goes

half-empty bottles couldn’t 

protect us from the cold 

but frost-bite was for ugly girls 

and i’d had enough of 

being one of them 

by the time they walked in                            

screaming into the void

the sound bouncing off my ribcage

vibrating against my need to be seen 

to be felt or maybe just 

chosen

three blind mice vying for crumbs

making me feel like a meal

a banquet, so i laid myself out

first come first served

bending over backward 

to fit inside a silver platter 

arching until i could 

touch my heels with my palms

pressed to the mirror like a 

lipstick mantra

if only i had known how to pray