everyone's an angel

and a demon. you just never know who will see you as which.

She said, What do you want me to be? Do you want me to be her? Blond wig? Some puka shells and cutoffs. It's not my style but whatever.

I said, No, no. Gargoyles and demons. Succubus.

Kinky, she said.

I said, Get on my chest. Crouch on my chest. Like that painting. You know. The dream. That thing is on the woman's chest. Suck the life out of me.

She said, Oh, I get it. So you want me to punish you? You want me to call you a bad boy? Is that it? What did you do that was so bad, boy?

She was the furthest I could get from you. That's what I wanted.

- francesca lia block, "Wasteland"