Concrete (poem)

CONCRETE

normalcy.
a misshapen rug
on a stiff eggshell body

we know--
you are nothing but
a business man's advertisement,
concubine for the profit,

just like Walt's timeless collection
of adolescent
barbies.

you slept, copulator
with concrete

once you’re concrete— you are concrete.

everyone else's handprints
puppy loves
profanities

defining you.