spreading his hands wide,
a woman stands with her legs spread
her skull is achingly
delicate, pushing through
loose skin the way strangers
push through crowds
“you wanna fuck” she
asks no one in particular
it’s a tired refrain
the choir’s out to lunch
this afternoon
below the billboard that
reads “JESUS IS WATCHING YOU”
she smokes a cigarette,
her face all lines and sag
and loose stuffing
“what the fuck are you
looking at,” she asks the sky.
Ftw
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