corinthian

I feel dirty when I know i'm in your mind
behind the bars with all us little women
you've sold out to the biases, outdating you and

I'm sure I'm cleaning up after the mistakes
you think we made, milking your dead childhood
cows, doing chores as punishment for our pride,

it keeps you placated. even if only there, with
your vision glazed out, clogging some kind of streaming
slight, and i can be pretty sure now that you're undoing me
in your world of mixed mania and leaving well enough

alone and, please daddy, become an imagined play
to own me, look over my shoulder for your priorities.
spit in my mouth like a jealous neighbor