INDECENCY

 

           
        Well, i imagine that's why Lee laughed, through her gasping, at
        Stew's super-heroine, Frenchy Duelle flashing her chatte
        While rescuing innocents who still bore their baby-fat.
        Lee’s laughter felt harsh, but she was superstitiously not
        A mocker of other people’s dreams:  she’d just been too hot
        In her moment to take his fantasy-world seriously

                                                 ~

        But, to tell the truth, there were fantasies ‘out there’ a lot
        Hotter than the pap Stew was then pitching her.   Chinese Lee
        Herself had dreamt up ‘Mija’, a real shero, a bitch-‘ho’,
        A Korean karate-kicking lesbian with no
        Compunction about correcting and healing men brutish
        Towards girls, by carving and serving them up like fish

                                                 *

        Stew's pink blonde doll seemed a mere statue on top of a tomb,
        Compared to Lee’s kickin red-haired Yellow mama for whom
        The word ‘impossible’ was not a ‘viable option’
        (Even the sharpest people don’t avoid the adoption
        Of, and corruption by, the dullest shibbolethic shells).

                                                 ~

          When, after sex, Lee told Stew what she thought of his Duelle,
       And began to babble about the ‘powers’ of her own
       Mija as an angry bitch eager for a bloody bone,
       Stew pushed her out of his bed, fucking her off into hell,
       And consoled himself with the fierceness of his hatred of
       That other whore, Queen Mona, easier to loathe than love,
       Although, and because, a mere word from her made him splutter
       And get his testes atingle and his heart aflutter

        (*fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan, 2015)