FROM, ELIAS

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                       Pink rosary framing my arched
                       shoulders,    he grasps               
                       the beads.             Damp waves
                                 from Adderall and his hot
                       car,          he smells just like me.
                       Pretty boy                  pretty girl,
                          standard sacrilege with roles
                       reversed, I’ll put lipstick on      
                       his teeth,          I’ll feel his spine.
                       Pink rosary                in the back
                                of his hot car,        he folds
                       down the seats       with arched
                       shoulders. Pretty boy,                
                       pretty eyes           expecting me
                       to give him                something 
to cry for. So duck and cover,                  Mary’s watching
from the next car over. Mary’s a freak                               
in a mall parking lot. Standard sacrilege,          neon dye
dampening my shoulders and spine. Shaky hands         
from Adderall                  and being                       watched
from the next car over             put lipstick on his tongue. 
Pretty girl                                                           pretty thighs
                       tugging                his damp shirt
                       to feel              his arched spine.
                       He wants to give           me        
                                         something to cry for.
                       Pink rosary,           he grabs     
                       the beads and pulls.  Standard 
                       sacrilege,     hot car,  Mary falls
                       between the seats.