Ultra Natasha

A Poem by Michael Sabino

Welcome to the wild, wild East.

The best / No contest
Melting, in a bloated sun pressed against caked up makeup kind of way
Branded with lips and initials
Once again
Flattery one-ups the dead battery
I'm being handed out at every corner
Flotsam, Fossils, Fumes
And other things they don't want returned when we're finished

White wedding / Hungry bedding
She's charming the s**t out of me
NoLIta's Lolita
Feel it out with antennae made of metro cards
The last thing I remember
Was my teeth splintering against the curb
As they dragged me down her street