ASHOK RAJAMANI
pulitzer prize-luminary commended author
WHEN THE SLUT STRIPPED
WHEN HE, THE SLUT, STRIPPED NUDE FOR THE CROWD
HE CRIED OUT, "MARRY ME! MARRY ME!"
TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR.
LATER THAT NIGHT ON TV AFTER HE SAW HER
AFTER HE SAW BEYONCE SING OF SINGLE LADIES,
THAT NIGHT LIKE ANY FLAMING MAN, LIKE ANY BURNING MAN
WHO YEARNED TO WEAR A WEDDING DRESS
HE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SANG NOT CRIED
WHILE DRAPING HIMSELF WITH THE WHITE TABLECLOTH ON HIS KITCHEN TABLE.
WHEN HE, THE SLUT, STRIPPED NUDE FOR THE CROWD
HE CRIED OUT, "MARRY ME! MARRY ME!"
TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR.
LATER THAT NIGHT ON TV AFTER HE SAW HER
AFTER HE SAW BEYONCE SING OF SINGLE LADIES,
THAT NIGHT LIKE ANY FLAMING MAN, LIKE ANY BURNING MAN
WHO YEARNED TO WEAR A WEDDING DRESS
HE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SANG NOT CRIED
WHILE DRAPING HIMSELF WITH THE WHITE TABLECLOTH ON HIS KITCHEN TABLE.