Sheets

I see untamed hair
An uncropped image
The shame of imperfection
Pale body deficient in
Holding its A game
Without straining
Unsupervised shoulders droop
Causing a gut reaction
This is what I am
A bacterial infestation
Chemistry experimenting
With different toxins
A fluttering heart
When joined in person
Saliva drips giving
Mouth-to-mouth
But watch me sleep
And you’ll soon see
That I harbour a human
Underneath the sheets

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Sheets

Sweep

Broken shards crack
On each misstep
No light to guide me
Down this treacherous path
But I always walk alone
Insist, in fact
If I see a glance, a pass
A nod of the head
No word slips
From a wicked tongue
No grasp for archaic ideals
Of what a partner ought to be
Each figure I glide by
Does me no harm, escape
Not at the forefront of my mind
An animal in heat doesn’t leap
To attack from behind
Not on my body. Never.
I blend with the background
Pale and boyish, unthreatened
And unthreatening
Not for sale
In some sham ritual
Not sexualised in gutter culture
A carpet sweeper
Offers me a brush
Pushes the thick dust
Back underneath the rug

Sweep