the queen comes
the queen comes
and the bed shakes
while her screams
silence
he who hears them
and the whole world
follows
each command
without question
of her motives;
instead,
asking: to
whom will she marry?
no matter
the number
of “no one”‘s
she answers
this policy
does not change
she is always:
jezebel,
the one who
made up her face
to win
with the power
only her sex
possessed.
still,
the covers kept
turning
themselves down
and
the policies kept
writing
themselves until
at once
the beauty politic faded
and only the words
remained.