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the sane ones {explicit}
by Betania TeschShe slips it over her skin once more
a sibilant swish followed by
an unnerving zip before she
grabs her bag and vanishes into the night.
This one remembered to pay her.
This one tried (and failed) to please her.
They're changing the men now,
conditioning them to think that
women's pleasure is sexy.
It makes her job a lot harder
and she has to moan more,
but it's a job.
More than that, it's a profession
that she does well.
She's perfected the art of fuck and run
and the money isn't half of the motivation.
It's those few minutes beforehand,
those precious seconds when she knows
that she is irreplaceable
that she is in control
that she is the victor because
he needs her.
"The whores are the only sane women,"
she thinks,
"it's the wives you have to worry about
stabbing you in the chest at the grocery store." 04/22/2003 Author's Note: yeah...I get bitter sometimes.
Posted on 04/23/2003
Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 04/23/03 at 10:03 PM i haven't stopped by your library for a little while...i forgot how wonderful of an experience it can be...*s* |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/24/03 at 01:55 AM Every one needs a dream to live along. Every one is capable of justifying anything and everything. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/27/03 at 07:20 AM excellent story, and view into another reality... i love the part about her job being harder now, it's such a keen view on the results of dawning social consciousness |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 06/20/03 at 07:30 PM i'm familiar with this taste in my mouth. Wonderful work. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/08/03 at 08:18 PM Great poem that really shakes the reader into seeing things from an alternate perspective. Great craftmanship. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/17/03 at 09:17 PM *salivate.* GODDAMN. yes. yes. this, god, i have never stumbled upon you before, but this is one, this is swallowed, and bitter, well, it is only half the truth. ;) the whole truth is found in the rest of the lines, somewhere between, "f*ck you, you could never be inside me the way you see fit" and "come here. we'll be done in change." |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 02/14/04 at 10:39 PM Those precious seconds when she knows....excellent |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 03/30/04 at 04:05 AM nice...nice. This is a recent feeling for me, and i have a feeling the bitterness of it will always linger. I guess men now feel they have to stoop to our level, or vice versa. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 04/17/04 at 04:11 AM wow, your stuff really cuts like a knife. Great job. |
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