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LIVE FEMMES
it all just falls away,
the memories of girls.
the games they played,
the records they made,
the cootie-riven curls
and feminine landscapes melting.
until all that remains
are two splayed legs in neon tights
above a sign that reads LIVE FEMMES.
the feminine has always been
bought and sold in the marketplaces,
eternally reducing to
the old cliches of male lust.
pink games and purple prose...
products live once and then crumble,
the bloody teeth of time
forever at their heels.
the masculine remains,
and in its gaze
the feminine reduced to those splayed legs.
the memories of girls.
the games they played,
the records they made,
the cootie-riven curls
and feminine landscapes melting.
until all that remains
are two splayed legs in neon tights
above a sign that reads LIVE FEMMES.
the feminine has always been
bought and sold in the marketplaces,
eternally reducing to
the old cliches of male lust.
pink games and purple prose...
products live once and then crumble,
the bloody teeth of time
forever at their heels.
the masculine remains,
and in its gaze
the feminine reduced to those splayed legs.
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