Sonya's wants.

5'4".

125 lbs.

Dark sienna, but not black

raven

hair, wavy and messy-like

Imagining

rolled out her ivory sheets,

and throw a men's waist-shirt

some of ebony jeans

loafers, and

a scarf

carmine, flaring as she quickly jolts

Down La Rue St. Honore

with the coffe in one hand

as she races up the Metro steps

her 23 in another,

but it isn't her

nor the scum girl Sonya

a torrent trampoline

on wireless ether engines

cyber silver surfin

zone on / in   .nets &  .coms

Searching fiber-optics for sight

browsing rooms of M4M / in-fantasized delights

An itch to fix

to sit transfixed

as if

subliminally attached

umbilically

digitally digitized digi-man

to a electronic felatio soundtrack

While detached

lurking duplicitly   

reading pretend profiles explicitly

for kisses

dreaming up new fetishes

with misspelled texts

tandem testimonials as if written

by a Compaq-machine-head

Microsoftened lust

Currents electric now as she turn into dust

with iBooks & faraway Dells on the laps

scrolling list for Adams

status' with

anything goes

remonstrating our vicious cycle

alive & blank with un

/ trust

gone viral

This isn't her

where are you, Sonya

mother said

her pentium processor has broadbanded

into the wondrous realm

a pixel powered virtual landscape

peopled by avatars

speaking internet slang

FFS, WTF are you talking about?

she asks

in so many words

Thinking

about 

polluting her body

and hating her mother

having an addiction to those

toxic remedies

like hair dye

nutmeg

and bleach

taking calcium supplements

for dwindling marow 

and for once don't care about politics

But

this isn't her

nor the Taman Shud code,

you could easily break

I am not as talented

she said, 

as her

to be in two places at once,

but she

has 221 faces

and genius of multiple personalities

cybil

facets

of sabotage with Mommy Dearest grace

beautiful strangers his acquired

taste

11 at the night

no more time

for tech weenie kids
& any other org's

nor for Agnolo Bronzino's drawing

instead

she went to Marquee

and start yelling

                                                  Bad girl,
              bad girl

I want to be a bad girl.
            turn out to be a bitch on the low
                                        who'll knows?