‘Women are Hungry’ by Dominique Lowell
Women are hungry. They be hoes. They be sittin on
your stoop waiting to drink your beer. Eat Your Food.
Suck your dick. Women are hungry. They need your
favorite shirt your leather jacket a house and a car
they just neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed .
And they wanna tell you things. Pretty little things
about the light in your eyes and the feel of your thighs
they wanna shave your balls. Wanna know all your
masturbatory nightmares, about every clit you ever
licked every ass you ever eyed so they can slice them
all to ribbons. They’re insatiable envelopes gawking open mouthed
must have must have must have it you now
whoremothergoddesspriestessconvictjailer
needyneedyneedyneedy
need your sperm need your job need space. Need more
impossible paint for another impossible face. Blackened
purple eyes and concrete shaped nails. Puffy crimson
lips. The beaten look, that’s it. Already been hit.
Well feed me. Feed me beer and cigarettes and dead idols
who make me feel like I might have a reason to die too.
Give me war and Coca-Cola and the promise of another
American Chance. Give me another good song to dance to.
Tell me I’m not fat. Tell me my tits are jewels, my
nipples gumdrops. Tell me we can pay the rent tomorrow.
Tell me we are just like John and Yoko, only I get to
die first o.k.? I get to be the one they light the candles
for in Central Park, o.k.?
Fuck Women. They are such sluttish catfight evile bitches
every one of them. Beware. Beware. They know what they
are doing. Does that scare you? Are you scared?
Women are hungry. Hungry for balance. I been called a
whore so many times I guess I am one. And it’s not you
personally I want anything out of it’s the world. The
world owes me big time. The world leaves me hungry.
