Hope we don’t have to
sweep you up. You know, money
comes from dust, from ground down
paper like they’ve made you with folded
tabs like paper dolls.

Somewhere you know these wolves will grind
your legs to dust. We learn it—
girls get devoured if they don’t get old.
Disappeared. Hag. Haggle. Wrinkle. Sold.

To them, you are
an empty vase filling
with tips, for them
with hundred dollar
bills. You know?

Which is worse,
to lose your power
or think you have enough?

Watching the show,
you know you could have been
of a slew of other women
they picked to be as white and as young,
any glass bottle woman
with an ass and a tongue.

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