Tuesday, December 3, 2013


12.3  Eyes

Be careful what words grow
in the garden of your white space
or the men will come to you
with plates empty and eyes full
hungry for something you don’t offer
rearranging you to fit them
their insecurities like a new dress
you struggle to throw off
but with so much taffeta
so much lace

the only thing you can do is acquiesce.



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