Offer your word,
your bones, your sweat,
the fleshy swirl
of your fingertips,
and your X.
Accept
the market value
of being eaten.
When you consider yourself, consider
you're one
of the lucky ones.
Nevermind the breach, my peach.
Nevermind
the breach.
For Karin's prompt at Real Toads. Also submitted to Poetry Pantry at Poets United.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
21 comments:
A really interesting poem, MZ--it zings along with mordant bite, and truth. Makes me a bit heartsick (though I admire the poem much.) Thanks. k.
Whew! Just whew!
It is quite chilling to consider these days, the term 'the lucky ones".
Your ironic wit is so spot on, it smarts a little.
No pre-nup, yup. Life's no bowl of cherries, peach.
A zinger of a poem! "Accept the market price of being eaten" has such bite. Well done!
Market value.
Wowza!! You always do leave me breathless, MZ
Lots of love,
Sanaa
To be lucky being eaten... Yes we are but pawns and peons aren't we?
very interesting use of imagery
"Accept
the market value
of being eaten."
this stanza i find particularly surreal
much love...
Life's a Beach!! No, I meant breach! Great write, MZ.
I love the almost clinical decree of a social contact but the undeniable emotional fizz of a woman who knows what she wants and how to make the most of that peach
Oh my that smarts....
'Accept
the market value
of being eaten.'
Wonderfully penned again MZ!
Luck and acceptance have become loaded words these days, haven't they?
A powerful social commentary - in the grand tradition of cutting edge, satirical poetry.
Supply and demand - does it drive the market value of being eaten?
Oo Mama that was a chilly little bite - froze my tongue to taste it! Fun take on the prompt. Thanks for sharing.
Love the "market value of being eaten. "
Another zinger if a poem. But I expect that from you.
A grotesque breach of contract, and I mind it very much. A chilling poem.
When law students become poets....
A pretty unbalanced contract, eh?
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