the invitation

men who stop for and smile at women,

don’t look at me.

their ignorant pig malion scald shapes me into…

blind hands guessed shapes.

we both know tactile congruence will never be known or tested.

then, you say, ” i am invited.”

and i say, “ya bastard, what took ya so long?”

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