Modern pervert

Love is (not) making a man you picked specifically for his interest 
in affairs beyond Sports, Beer, and Pick-Up Trucks consider investing
in the results of the Super Bowl. But the feeling is almost the same.
Much in the same way, a man once convinced me to wear the crown 
of a Traditional Christian Wife, but there was something pornier 
about that. Something plastic about the construction. But I wore it
well, doing twirls in the apartment, arms spread wide with some sort
of embrace. You might have thought I sketched the whole plan myself,
but I don’t make my own boundaries. I use others’ as a guide, and
when I feel myself growing cramped, maybe I push a little outward.
Sorry. It’s just easier this way, I know it’s fair to no one. I just want
to know what everyone looks like naked and begging to be touched,
to stand tall, bare chested and admired, to know I have that kind of
power, to change others on a whim when all else fails to please me.

Selena Cotte is a poet/writer/shapeshifter with work in/forthcoming from Landfill, Sad Girl Review, Maudlin House, Hobart & other journals. She grew up a few miles from Disney World.