I was naked and you did not clothe me.
Well, thats not quite true. You wrapped me
with control and draped me with your gaze
Like cut exotic flowers wilting in a vase
But again you strip me naked with your lust
just to fig leaf me with your shame. Then you
spread me across old chain-link and corragate
Flaking shopping bags, brittle water jugs, my
delicious flesh - wasteland trash. Desert junk --
unspooled wire, coppper stripped, abandoned
cars without tires, windows, seats, doors,
ripped of any value, rusting in the sun, brown
as my skin. Single tennis shoes & old t-shirts
You say that I am waste, but you came
to pick me up in new and shiny trucks, you
had airconditioned rooms to put me in. Even
then, you did not clothe me. You had
doctors come and pull me apart so
you could spread your gaze within. As if
hate turned on itself was somehow there
As if kindness toward any
being was your unforgiven sin
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