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Postmodern Pin Up |
for JC
What convinces her body to be hung
like a sop rag from
an iron hook—
worries nine to five the wiping of late in the day,
frets the possibility of another spill while
important fibers are drowned
and reliant on leeches
swollen with a need
to latch on.
What convinces her body to be hung
like a prized cut from
an iron hook—
worries her hindquarter heavy everyday,
frets the possibility of each morsel while
the fickle gaze is plump
and ready for pleasure
swollen with a need
to think itself virile.
(What must replace,
forthrightly, that’s right, and
in her own voice the whisper of use me)
copyright 2006
Tess.
Lotta |
