Postcard to My Lover

I’m not a goddess.

I’m not supernatural.

I’m not fucking Cleopatra.

I’ll not roll myself up in a bug-ridden rug just to get to you.

I’ll not straddle you like a throne.

I’ll not put an asp to my lips and suck poison for you,

Just so we’ll die on the same day.

I want my own day.

I’m fucking Cleopatra.