blondes have more fun, they say, and we do!

yes we do, we dance all night, smoke fags and

brag about how fast the butter on our toast melts

and clink clink smack goes the undoing belt of

someone we think might fancy us back. we are

loud and girly, with big mouths and a pink pillow

that pulls up and away when we speak. we stay up

clutching each other yes heads pressed together 

and teeth knocking, clumsy, ringing like bells, 

echoing in our faces when we kiss. clang bang wham

thank you ma’am! we like to laugh and use our

nails to scratch up walls and climb into corners

so we can jump down and frighten you all. we have

so much fun, there is no time for anything else

but that, and we sing together la la with our fingers

braided like flower crowns all wilting away from the sun.

we are having so much fun, and floating, all

as one. we walk into each other’s hearts and tuck

ourselves into warm meaty folds, make veins our new

home, arms covered in a thick gloopy red, so tender,

so comfortable, a new place, a new bed,

and we can even feel its clanking as it beats! and repeats!

listen here, come, stand near! mild and wild. and 

lovely, and together and into our hearts, yes,

and our soul, and our love, as we burrow into bloodbeds

and dream big and dream blonde.