Miss Illusioned

she’s Miss Taken
but that won’t stop her
from sending sons starving
and making them get
on their knees
all day, daily

she’s Miss Understood
but they all know what
it is
she means
when she locks the door
to her solitary bedroom
and swallows the key

she’s Miss Staken
they all take their place in
a stretching queue for her hands
but she never told no one
to get in line

she’s Missed
even when she’s in the room
they want more of her than
they can ever win
she’s not theirs

and they’ll never know
the girl
that lies
behind words
and on their
springy mattresses