A
no
run
zone
makes
me kick
my heels
off and go
dancing go
singing hey
where is it
a must run
zone and
why do I
need a
zone
why
do
I
~*~
"It's interesting the way people present their plumage," she says,
jealousy in her eyes as she watches the girl in the
killer heels, killer dress,
lavender and fuchsia peonies printed across silk
moving with her every shimmer, leaving her
naked to the hungry eyes
of the men, husbands included.
"Perhaps she needs it to feel secure" I say
quietly, knowing it's the wrong thing, though
really, nothing could be right.
She's determined to be angry,
trying to pretend it doesn't scare her
underneath it all, underneath the scorn,
veil ripped aside:
white skin flashing, the girl walks,
x-rated dreams in the men's gazes,
youth so far away from the rest of us, the
zebra girl dancing amongst the jackals.
