if i sit expecting to be looked at and leered, gazed upon, and salivated over
peeled away by hotbed, bottom feeders come to find nirvana
in my ass in these jeans
on a hot day where i’ve forgotten this dress
this hemline
this body
this skin
is unacceptable
and I’ll be told so
don’t you know they’ll find Valhalla is in the swing of your mammy wide hips
euphoria: the mere idea of having me right there on the burning pavement, gravel scraping at my
back and knees. you will mold me not so gently into what you want. you will control and command until
i’m yours. just for this moment.
but he can’t, so it’s
“hey big girl”
“hey chocolate”
“bet that mouth can take it all”
“your man let you out like that”
“i’d fuck you like you need, dark skin”
and they will say all this
and forgive (nothing) just about anything
//if you’re what they want enough
//if you’re theirs enough
//if you beg enough
//if you’re just silent enough
i will be what they want
—against my wishes
—against my will
—against all odds and curves and ends
—against reservations, reluctance, revolt
i will be owned by all but myself on my way home from the night shift
