• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 09
Image by

Lallies lusting in me kaffies

Message to left eye
Don't look at the leg
Message to the neck
Remain resolute
no turning back.

I have legs
standing tall in cashmere
just another prop.
Don't wave that leg at me
I've got the measure of you.

I have legs
that felt rough times
closeted in khaki serge
finally coming out

Forced to integrate in
demob pinstripe
beaten like a gangster.

I have legs
tired of hiding
in the shadows
thews aching for air
free from forced sameness.