do you see now?
how your money isn’t real?
how you’re still an earthquake away from being swallowed by the Earth?
do you see how your education and your MFA’s still have you locked down like the rest of us?
are you still enjoying the hard cocks in front of your faces?
all those upturned noses, surgically imposed, posed in good lighting—smile, or pout—yes—like that—make yourself infantile—frigid and easy—giggly
focus on you and stay—the world can listen to you clamor on about the way life’s tasted in your cup—
the men—they fall and glisten at your watercolors—smearing your memories on your ripened breasts
words clasp themselves on your wrinkled laugh lines—only now—you’re frowning