Pink Tesla

Pink Tesla


Three boys. White shirts. 
Black jeans. Pink Tesla.
If I wanted summer 
I could smell the sweat
on the back of their necks.
Crush a pill and slip it in gin. 
Be blessed by a body
on Collins with tattoos 
of Jesus and Mary 
up to the beard. 
O god what did I want
that winter. I mistook 
everyone with a mouth 
for a heart. Took off 
my clothes but kept 
my socks on. Shared blow 
with strangers who did more 
than play with my hair. 
It could have been June
but it was really December.
I could have been golden
but I was just baby dumb. 
You know, one of them said,
I love it when you act like 
a dumb bitch who knows nothing.
I love it when you do nothing too.
And nothing but what you are told. 
So that’s who I was every day. 
I was solar-powered baby. 
I was electric.
Good for the environment.
Good for the taking. 
Just an all-around 
very good American bitch.