Lady Monstrous

She pumps titanium tits full
of silicone. She is
everything: dramatic, action-tipped film screen,
chime of toe-ring bells,
Minas-torn concubine. She hears
my prayers, my groans. My
late-night Google searches
rise to her. Oh,
goddess divine, your sin-soaked burlesque lips
are mine. Your nimble, ring-cast hands
are mine. Your
desolate, pill-blocked womb is
mine. My Parvati,
my Hua Mulan, my
Sheezus.
You are so far
gone, and I
am coming.