You took off my shirt and pants and said
I looked like a swimsuit model.
The starving middle school girl
laughed.
The starving month ago boy
laughed.
My curved waist and thighs attract you
but my body's aches, pains
never-ending suffering decieve your eyes.
Don't let the sway of my hips distract from
the ribcage standing on the winning podium.
The ribcage standing on the winning podium.
YOU ARE READING
The Man I Once Knew
PoesíaLife isn't something you can play like an instrument or read like a book. It's like poker or improv - there are rules and "cheats" to make it easier but no way of knowing the turnout. Contradictions, love, betrayal, hurt, lust, disgust, joy, all th...
