This week's theme is: body.
Dear Eve, I am sorry
To hear of your untimely
Fall. I do so hope you
It's a tough world
Out there, Eve, darling.
There's a whole pack
Of girls -- Jezebel, Delilah,
Salome, Magdalene --
Who are pretty pissed, and
Sure it's you that created their
They're walking the blame finger
Backward down the path of evil
And it's winding its wild way
Back to you.
It's fine, though. This month, when
The rent is due and I can't pay, it's fine: I'll
Call that "art photographer" I know
And he'll be glad to give me work.
It's kinda nice, I guess,
(I should feel grateful) that in these
Last few moments before
Age disintegrates me, I'm still
Valuable, Eve. I can always be
Adam's lovely showgirl, his sanctuary
His fantasy, his harbor of reproach.
What's the BIG QUESTION series? I ask a one BIG question, and let friends, writers, commenters, have their say. This month's question is on food: "What is Eating You?" Find it at my blog, "Letters from a Small State." See you there!
This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live.