If I were Blanche Dubois

The cold and calculating virgo in me

would have sent Stella’s

ragetty stupid fragile

Weak willed ass

to the fucking psych ward

whilst I had her brutish man

on his knees in a million ways

in front of his loser friends

watching and longing

for a turn in the magic of night

and I’d have kept that paper lantern

over the goddamned light bulbs

if I so chose because queens do decide…

And when I was through

with all of them, commoners~

I’d have taken my tricks

to a Baton Rouge highschool football game

for a real Joie de vivre…

I would have…

I would…

if I hadn’t turned into…

that monster Stella, my damn self…

Flores para los muertos, indeed.