Such A Girl

I am, I confess. I am such a girl.
Nail polish. Necklaces. Cologne.
Kohl. Liquid eyeliner. Red lipstick.
Pink lipgloss. Twenty bras, none
of them white or beige.
Anne Sexton books. All of them.
Hundreds of pictures I took of myself.
Sometimes I need a new purse.
Last night I bought a new purse.
On sale but still more money
than I was willing to spend.
What I really want is a new pair
of black combat boots
and a gun of some kind, the kind
that kills if it needs to.
I want all of Charles Bukowski's books and cds.
I want a strap-on for those special occasions.
I am a girl but the luxury of owning a penis
has crossed my mind.
I hate the fucking mall.