it is as if you have already given me away
to a low bidder
or a shallow man
who understands perfectly
the purpose of charity
i am wasted on your dirty fish:
unclean unhallowed precious
with which to smudge my thighs
i stand before statues a goddess
before you the wet string
that has tied a turkey
now that you've made me so dirty
and disappeared
my hair is turning to dust
and my eyes
to coffee rings spreading
without will
on the counter.