Poem: Wide

P*** without P***

White plush couch

Cracked but on not camera

Sickly stomach, female

  always in the womb

head turn

hi

let the body acting begin

who knows her through

glazed eyes, baby blue

battering ram and white ewe

glass screens, being looked through

heavy breathing in the dark looking at you

feels good, feels true

leg cramp but food

ripping open, breath, eyes of camera crew

small smile, director

makes it all better

the cut of this tape, special project

white ghost of the eye that your father saw your mother do

all over the world, signed a warrant

a job.

Tattooed.