for Leslie King
I
Hey tickle tickle, the snail and the pickle
The rat meows in bed.
The street kitty barks, a rabid delight
And the snail crawls all over it’s head!
II
One, two, “I like you.”
Three, four, “Clothes on the floor.”
Five, six, “Got nude pics?”
Seven, eight, “He comes, you wait.”
III
Estrellas! Estrellas!
I call out to thee
Obscura! Obscura!
The nothingness I see
Viento! Viento!
Trembling in the trees
Tonight I wish a miracle:
For this fuck boy to text me!
IV
Slut Queen, Slut Queen
Had a little dream. First there was a pauper
Then there was a King.
Then they had a castle
Then they had a dream: two little babies
In their bed, asleep.
Virginia Valenzuela 