Oct
13
eye to eye
pulling myself away
again
you won’t mind
you don’t know
how could you?
as if my eyes didn’t tell enough
what do you meet them for?
cups of tea to
talk about my folly
those bragging whores
giving me away
they are not my father
and the truth is not theirs
but my beauty is
apparently
shame
registers with those two
the twins whose sin is to show
all slick with it
they give me away
like an auctioneer
to the weirdest bidder
until i
until i die
and then
they’ll watch
no more.
