In my next life...


I’m gonna be a cowgirl and sleep under rhinestone studded skies,
I’m gonna rise with the sun; a stallion between my golden thighs,
I’m gonna down Jack Daniels in saloons; wear chaps and a peasant blouse,
I’m gonna spit, chew and cuss, then lasso me some boys, as well as cows.

In my next life
I’m gonna be a dominatrix and sleep in red, satin sheets,
I’m gonna tower in spike heels and strut in black leather that creaks,
I’m gonna administer lashings, voraciously, with my riding crop,
Until your arse cheeks blush like apples and you beg for me to stop.

In my next life
I’m gonna set the silver screen ablaze; inspire and enthral,
On Oscar night, like Cinderella, in diamonds, I will go to the ball,
You’re gonna yearn to be my co-star, to be next to me in every scene,
I’m gonna be every schoolgirl’s heroine and every boy’s wet dream.

In this life

I’m gonna be a poet; you’re gonna read my collections on buses, the tube, in bed,
My words will explode like fireworks on the page and burn a trail in your head,
I’m gonna express those aching thoughts and desires you thought were your own,
And you’re gonna weep and ask yourself ‘how could she have known?’

But for right now
I’ll confess,
I’m just a girl
Trying her best.