The Looks
Surrounded by men's stares,
I wish they'd put their eyes away.
I love women they say,
and rouse the fire worm.
Looking, always looking, their gaze
begs food I don't want to give.
They take anyway.
I saw two men today
with only one eye apiece.
Though only half the eyes
they had twice the stare,
each single eye
a starving mouth.
Lucky you my mother said
but I want to crawl into a burrow,
pull the mud over my head to cool
the fire worm as he licks his terrible lips.
I wish they'd put their eyes away.
I love women they say,
and rouse the fire worm.
Looking, always looking, their gaze
begs food I don't want to give.
They take anyway.
I saw two men today
with only one eye apiece.
Though only half the eyes
they had twice the stare,
each single eye
a starving mouth.
Lucky you my mother said
but I want to crawl into a burrow,
pull the mud over my head to cool
the fire worm as he licks his terrible lips.
posted by burning moon at 8:20 PM
2 Comments:
Surrounded by men's stares,
I wish they'd put their eyes away.
Right from the get go this piece draws you into its palpable sense of impending danger.
Really felt the claustrophobic tone to this Moon.
Thanks. I wanted to try and convey some of the skin-crawling effect of being stared at continuously. Something that's hard to avoid at work sometimes.
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