placed on the mantle
Venus curves and Mother’s
crevices
encompassing hands
whittled into a frozen cast
duplicated
placed on a mantle
gazed upon
make-believe beauty

made by a Master,
molded by the Masses
forced to sit
smiling
prodded at
retreating into oyster shells.
the Lesser turned away

Take me from that platform
That mantle
Away from florescent lights
and gorging stares
take me from them
and set me by the sea

turn me around. To
the side that faces the wall.
tattered, gouged, scribbled upon.
see the bruised fingers
and broken posture.
Wrinkles and stringy
hair

02/01/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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