Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Boobs

They want what they can’t have.
For instance, they seek glory
whose flashy legs
are more golden and slender than wings.

So Eve grabbed an apple from the tree
and ran into the shadows holding it
close to her chest, red and ripe,
yelling, “I don’t want you, Man.”

Man looked down.
He never looked up,
no matter how she screamed
Or pushed him away.

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