I have words and
my ninth tonic
and a mouse in my purse and
“I’m fine, thanks.”

a nice, filed fist and a smile shaped like
some little surprise.
All teeth.
I’m a

                                  pow, pow

woman.
I have a way about things
and
I don’t need a gun

                                           meow

 

or a cock to destroy you.

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