I want a fast car –
And a werewolf-vampire boyfriend.
I want a close-up when I wake up
That shows perfect lush lips and long, curled lashes
As I slither out my California King in silk and lace lingerie
Slipping artfully pedicured feet into cashmere slippers.
I want to inhale imported Italian espresso as I pad to my pristine
The one my top-chef cooks in.
I want to look out my various-home-windows and gaze upon oceans,
And skyscrapers, and the Leaning Tower.
I want to wear buttery-leather skin-tight pants and stilettos that feel like flats
Because they’re made by Someone Fancy.
I want to be naked on one of those faux-fur rugs that feel better than the real thing –
All sprawled out in front of a glowing fire on a stormy night
Waiting to be seduced by my other-worldly boyfriend whose millionth kiss
Feels like it were the first kiss
Every Single Time.
I want the thick anticipation; the rich, shaky kind of energy to vibrate between us
Like Commitment was an Illicit Affair.
Instead, I sit in my 500 square foot apartment with the broken A/C
And wonder if I should make the effort to brush my teeth tonight.