Monday, September 25, 2006

airport security

Each piece must be removed
To suit the man who eyes me
Expressionless

The scarf
The jacket
“That too.”

I comply:
The suitcoat
The shoes

I cross to him
In stocking feet
He slowly stokes my thighs

His eyes are low
They don’t meet mine

He finishes and shrugs me on

I take my clothes and dress again
Hurriedly; eyes cast down

A whore at least gets paid
I just proceed to my gate

3 comments:

b1-66er said...

i like this and have an idea ... would it be worth mildly re-writing it and putting the words into the half-silhouette of a female body?

suttonhoo said...

sounds cool -- you mean revise the line breaks so that it traces out half of an hourglass silhouette? or did you have some thoughts about what ought to go into the rewrite?

I think it has the potential of being a gender neutral narrator (although "whore" kind of tips the balance, doesn't it?) and I'm not sure how I feel about skewing that with a visual. but it's a cool idea -- I might take a stab at it. (or maybe do it twice -- so that both genders are represented.)

thanks.

Enyasi said...

WOW!!!! Never could put words to that dirty feeling you get going through sercurity... Now I have a poem to recite. FABULOUS!!!

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