Blind Call
Last night
My lover claimed 100% of me
Of loyalty and of belief, I will not let this be
I reject this, my body cannot digest this
100% of anything, a lie, unless we speak of when you die
All of me, not up for grabs, not even on the table
I will save whatever painted face that I am able
There is at least one card you cannot see
So close that I have sewn it directly into me
Mine this fleshy vest, you may have the rest
But this Dame, she’s mine to play, one day
I alone will reach into my beating heart
Seams ripping apart, and I will throw her down
That Queen, and claim her crown
She and I alone decide how much of me
To hold, to play, to bluff, discard, or hide
Or perhaps if you are lucky
To let it ride
— April Resnick
Judith II The Queen of Hearts by Karen M.
sometimesihatemycat 
sublime, sublime
wait for the time
when you can proclaim
“off with her head”
Yes
You understand
Completely