Triple Sonnet for Celebrities with Three Names

          If  you’ve got three names and you’re famous

does that mean three times the amount of  fucking?

          I daydream about my ideal lovers and hearing

Cut! when the director tells us to switch positions

          on the set of our bedroom, and what’s a bigger

turn-on than someone saying your name under

          the covers—how about saying your name three

times, and oh,  fuck, fucking, fuckest—yeah that’s

          a superlative, like the Beetlejuice effect, only

freakier, like let’s get transported into the house

          I built in a simulation game where my avatar

seduced then killed the richest man for the sake

          of inheriting then remodeling his mansion into

her dream of glass windows in every room—

the pleasure of always watching what’s going

          on, and I swear, I’m a really nice girl. I really

am. Just say the magic word, and I’m all yours,

          and surveys reveal that the word lovers wished

their lovers said more is “please,” and I wonder

          if please is short for pleasure, as in eat your girl

right, as in I’ll order a clitty clitty bang bang at

          a midnight viewing, as in please let me put on

a show for you, as in I love any event with a ton

          of cameras, as in keep feeding me macarons

while you’re feeling me up in the bath, and if

          I was a celebrity, I’d tack my middle initial

K back into my name for extra effect, my secret

          K, as in Ka-Ying, as in white boys will you

stop calling me by my middle name because

          you think speaking Cantonese will bring us

closer, and it’s ironic how an actual lover

          adds in the K every time she says my full

name, and she says it with such authority it’s

          a turn-on, like, Baby, say my full name again

and I’ll record you, why don’t you, K?

          K is for kink. K is for knot. K is for kissing,

K is for king. Crown me. And don’t fool me

          by saying Queen, because I know where all

my power lies. And K is for knock me down

          and pin me down on the grass, lover, because

you on me is the closest to nature I’m ever getting.