In my mind someone narrates my conversations
and broadcasts them to my enemies. Right and
left I am being vilified and crucified for having
thoughts of filth and decadence. Right and left
I am being summoned by the queen of gossip.
Being left-handed, I know she is in league with
the devil. Her feminine sensibility is rarely
evident in her world of gossip, rumor, and innuendo.
She is not a flower. The queen of gossip reads
my mind and makes it impossible for me to have
secrets. The queen of gossip is a hermaphrodite.
She is not the flower she pretends to be. She
becomes a fiend when she does not get her way.
I don’t feel safe with her reading my mind.
With all the strength I can muster, I cast her out.