Tallulah F*cking Bankhead

Sitting bisexually, like Tallulah

Bankhead, a smoker's laugh

ready to erupt from my throat

(a hornets’ nest) it is evening

of course, an heiress sleeps

through the day, self-assured

the world moves around me

in spite of myself while I rec-

line, never fully upright, never

coalescing

I fear that in this lifetime I will

see myself become a villain