Jean Harlow wraps plastic film
around my body
in a play on words --
Underwear makes me uncomfortable,
and besides,
my parts have to breathe.
I am erotic and edible,
disposable and deceased,
I am her whim and her phase --
This place certainly
reeks of hospitality
and good cheer,
or maybe it’s this cheese.
She likes to wake up
each morning
feeling a new man --
When you lie down with dogs
you get up with fleas. |