• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 03

Madonna, Not I

Madonna? Not I
You made me in your own image
The late nights and sixty-a-day habit
Dressing me with their colours
Clouding me with shadows
Shading me sleepless

You told me to take what I could get
So I took everything
Including the shirt off your back
To hide the lines
I learned by heart, engraved on skin
Inked tracks
Of needling, of needing

I am your blue-veined baby
Crying in the gutter
Watching the world walk by