Anna B. Wilkes

pool by seth elkins
                             “Untitled” by Seth Elkins

The Body Politic

As a man I’d find thighs to
divide and conquer, trailing my
signature in saliva and semen–
as myself I wield breasts like pale,
veined weapons above an
amorphous waist, pinched by
a marred corset of skin.  I once
wanted to turn phallic so I could
hold my sex like a second self.
Now, I dismantle stares with this
violent fissure of cleavage and
tumble towering forms with
impossibly broad hips.  The
gutteral language of everything is
contained in the morse code
pulsing between my thighs.

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