Concept: What you can hope to expect from a hook up (with me)
You move to unzip the back of my dress-
(the white one probably, tight and very couture
which might be irrelevant,
but adds to the overture)
-but keep pulling the metal tab
down the gray train tracks
despite my protests.
What possesses you in this moment,
I cannot know,
probably what posesses all of us
in such moments: Curiosity
caught you in the undertow.
Down my shoulder blades,
along my spine,
from my neck to my ankles,
You unbind Me
And in the moment
before my skin falls away
crumpled at your feet...
What do you have to say
for yourself?
What did you expect
to find under my
flesh?
A network of veins perhaps,
that always teased you
just under my epidermis?
Muscles, like bright red bunches
of fruit rollups,
sticky in the sun?
A rapidly pulsing heart.
Shiny and
unprepared for exposure?
Shying away from light,
too real to really be real.
& finally,
Unbleached bone.
Holding it all together,
in perfect composition.
Regardless of what you expected,
the joke is clearly on you
as 10,000 balled up plastic bags
tumble and bloom
out of my newly loosened skin.
The secret I had been hoarding,
not hiding:
They hit you in the face as they fall,
with soft "Pap" "Pap"s
So light they have to be
pre- California bag ban.
How long have I been like this?
Like a scarecrow stuffed with straw?
A long time, buster.
A real long time.
I imagine you look around,
Confused,
You straighten up and look down.
Only flimsy, plastic bags
remain of me now.
I was just trying to have a nice night,
Did you really have to know what was inside?