Hey, shrimp woman, peeled, de-veined.
Hey, octopus arms, hey, side-show girl.
Yeah, i’m talkin’ to you there
on that chaise lounge
you in the tasselled turban and bangles
you with the peacock feather fan
you lying there on Turkish blue and gold silk.
Hey, flower fingers, wax doll, cold statue, exotic
Hey, race horse, alabaster giraffe, your back’s too long
you can’t even walk.
Hey, platypus, swan-lady, you funny snake, lazy
Are you plural, you’re shaped like a big old S.
Part painting, part word.
Others have called you monster, hybrid but
My little plucked peacock,...