Animal Play

You can tell a lot about

that woman

in the corner of the downstairs

basement,

with only her

underwear on

You can tell a lot about

that woman,

whom I did not invite

to the party,

sitting there

with her giraffe mask

and neck on,

and her cotton candy swirl

panties, too

You can tell a lot about

her,

all tied up,

and lipstick smeared

up

and down

her chest

“I’m playing a game,”

she says,

and it seems plausible,

but I don’t ask questions

anymore