poems 2 rock your soul by Kate Middleton

here at london’s most storied tower
my weary, drink-glazed brother-in-law
commands we all gather ’round
“in 1078, william the conqueror had it built. he’s related to us,
you know,” his voice gravelly with cat litter
such liberties taken within these saxon walls
such incarnadine lagoons
such sharp edges…

anyway,
the highlight had to be
when one of the six ravens hanging about
shat on my sister
that horny bitch is going to be trouble,
but fuck it—i’m going to be queen