Confessions of a Frog Prince
The new bitch
doesn't want to stand in line.
The new bitch
would be horrified
if she read this,
and I would be consigned
to the chauvinist shelf
in the feminist hell
forever
Baby wants fairy tales.
So do I.
She's got princes and princesses
happy ever after.
My tales are down
where the wild things are
roaring in the corner of my belly.
I think I've just been bumped
off the list of evolving creatures,
and pushed back into
the primordial slime.
"Ribbit," I say,
"Kiss me."
