Greedy girls in stiletto storms,
lick neon lies from paper straws;
they bite the moon, spit silver coins,
then laugh too loud when the mirror cracks.
Swipe daddy’s plastic, spray midnight on wrists,
dance on the bones of almost-forevers;
kiss with cherry novocaine,
leave hearts on read, bleeding glitter.
More, more—till the city’s a drought;
their thirst is velvet, their hunger loud.