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I've never been blown up
larger than an 8 x 10 photograph or
blown away by a beauty of my own.
I want to be on a billboard
or painted on the side of a building
in some big city to show that there's
something about me that stands out
against the world. Maybe it's my
size 200 double z cup breasts
that fill the block and my white teeth
as tall as the men painting them. I watch
all the people running to their cars
and into stores stealing, buying, and talking.
They see me and realize my good looks. I excite them.
The women will go out and buy
this leather jacket, the tattoo, others will paint
their lips red. I'm known.
I photograph this city
I thought was about love.
Maybe it is important to believe
in a place more empty
than the one we live in, though we often find it, as some
astronomers have, some dark speck of sky.
So, I wait here at night, bigger
than these homeless stars. What is your shadow doing
leaning against the wall? Is your life
as tough as mine? Go prove yourself.
Enter the door below my chest,
enter my abdomen,
make sure my logo hasn't faded.
There is something inside all of us,
outlined around our heart that tells
us to suffer a little.
