21st Century Woman

Silicone goddesses, melting in the sun
Skin showing, skimpy attire
Flat bellies, fat breasts
Pouty lips
Risking surgical slips
From nose to toes
Fake breasts make you best
Eyes to hide lies
A tummy tuck
So you don’t have to suck
Your belly in
Shave, wax, wrap, and tan
Slave to the attention
Of man

To Virginia

I lost you once,

and I lost you twice, then

I lost you thrice

stolen in secrecy

a decade before

you would weep

your thief

dead

before discovery

unaware

you were gone

you were

resurrected

snatched away violently

weeks before

you were legal

thieves

abscond

into dark anonymity

your absence

denied

you were

resurrected

given

instantly

to the first bidder

the recipient

not fit for

your worth

your absence

acknowledged

your were

not resurrected

like the son

you were

sacrificed

for the sins

of the mother’s drunken father

of the two drunken men in the red truck

of the

hopeless

drunken

girl

I lost you once,

and I lost you twice, then

I lost you thrice.