Asking Dita Von Teese to Drumheller
Oh, Dita,
I want to wrangle you
all the way to the Royal Tyrell
and have you slink peep-toed
between phalanges.
Your hair would be so very, very
under these exhibition lights!
Oh, T-Rex, if you see her, won’t you
hook your incisor into the eyelet of her corset
and tug skeleton tight?
Dita, we’ll eat peaches on hoodoos, pink
under the Alberta sky and roll […]
