taught and taut
the soft inner part of her thigh
that never touched when she walked
the flat of her belly holding a tiny meaty pooch
she rested smooth fingers on to laugh
the pout of her lips when
she smiled, Jameson strait up
no matter how many holes
she bore into herself
cigarette on the stoop
taking smoke in like a lover
or outside a cafe
maybe in the rain
or the pale light of spring morning
I like this one the couple of times i've read it. That's information, for you. I think I'll wait and see what reviews turn up before i... meaning: i sense there is more here & that is excellent and relevant.
i'm not trying to hit you with subliminal messaging, it's more that santi understood your sardonic poem better than i had originally and someone else will come along and the same will probably be the case here. at which point i might chip in and say something useful.