Alone, you stand
in that glass cage
a price on your head
and on the rest of your body
your gaze lost to the rest of the world
turned inward to some safe place
because outside you’re for sale
clearance-priced flesh
a segregate, a cast-off
unsuccessful, returned for a refund, unwanted
But here I stand
my wallet as open as my heart
I see you standing alone
the last one on display
and you move me
I choose you
above all others
below market price
a store’s trash is a woman’s treasure
I buy what’s already mine
my property
I bought others before
unsuccessful refunded unwanted
but not you
you are perfect
in that glass that makes your walls
I want to give you a different world
my world
I buy you
a shopping bag your womb
to a new world
I’m now your world
your gaze lifts, cast down before
your face, aimed at my height
casting the shadow of a promise
that things will be different now
you are no longer in nesbted [?]
you are no longer for sale
I own you and the threads of that sale
weave your purpose
you’re here for me
you exist for me
every cell of your body belongs to me
fill the corners of your mouth
lips swollen with a smile
they’ll kiss me soon
whether you want to or not
I’m not here to reason your purpose
I’ve given it to you
accept it or fight it
I don’t give a fuck
because now at least
your heart beats in flesh
when it never beat in glass
when you were for sale
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If you’d like to read the original text as written when I was wasted, you may do so here.
i donguve a fuvk I think this spelling is the more expressive. “Tongue”? “Dong”? Something along those lines.
His pose says it all. I’m fairly certain he’s soiled the wood chips. The scent of submission.
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My drunken spelling is something, alright. So many writers can keep on hammering away at the keyboard without missing a beat, but I haven’t managed that yet. I do like (and saved) the original rendition, as it reminds me of that moment I was trying to close my eyes and rest, and all I could see and feel where the words above.
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I had parsed “in nesbted” as “indebted.” “Nested” and “nestled” don’t work, because he is very much going to be those.
I’m glad you kept the original. This may or may not have been the proper piece for it, but there is a genuine heedlessness that is communicated by refusing to correct one’s errors. All of us donguve a fuvk at one time or another.
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Thank you, Olo. It was something else. I almost remembered last night as I fell asleep. It’ll come to me. I very much doguve a fuvk that it does.
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Oh very good!
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Thank you, good sir!
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I found both the pic and the poem chilling. I guess he’s going to a good home, maybe? I’d be nervous. And I wonder about the others who were passed by. Did they shrink back in fear as she walked slowly by? Or try to get her attention? Shiver me timbers. :0
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Yes, he’s going to a good home, the best home in the world.
I imagine in my world all sorts of tiny men for sale have responses that span the spectrum. Some cowered in their cages, while others ran to those glass windows and tried to make themselves as attractive as possible.
“Shiver me timbers”! Pirate Day is not until September. :)
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