Poet's Tea

May 23, 2006


Is she divided, in your eyes
Piece, by packaged piece;
A parcel of cut-price merchandise?

Theorists pick apart
This social trait
To objectify - contagious at birth.

No notes compare though
To your fixated stare,
Up-down, her legs - a stranger on a lunchbreak.

Unknown to you, But for
A tiny glimmer of flesh in a concrete afternoon;

Another walking billboard.


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