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Queenie was a blonde, and her age stood still,
and she danced twice a day in vaudeville.
grey eyes.
lips like coals aglow.
her face was tinted mask of snow.
what hips -
what shoulders -
what a back she had!
her legs were built to drive men mad.
and she did.
she would skid.
but sooner or later they bored her:
sixteen a year was her order.
they might be blackguards;
they might be curs;
they might be actors; sports; chauffeurs -
she never inquired
of the men she desired
about their social status, or wealth:
she was only concerned about their health.
true:
she knew:
there was little she hadn't been through.
and she liked her lovers violent, and vicious:
Queenie was sexually ambitious.
so:
now you know.
a fascinating woman, as they go.
from The Wild Party by Joseph Moncure March
"The Wild Party? ...It's the book that made me want to be a writer."
-william burroughs
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