O tempora! O mores!
I get these girly magazines in the mail because
I’m writing short stories for them again
and here in these pages are these ladies
exposing their jewel boxes—
it looks more like a gynecologist’s
everything boldly and clinically
beneath bland and bored physiognomies.
it’s a turn-off of gigantic
the secret is in the
take that away and you have dead
a century back
a man could be driven mad
by a well-turned
one could imagine
that the rest
now they shove it at us like a
on a platter.
there is hardly anything as beautiful as
a woman in a long dress
not even the sunrise
not even the geese flying south
in the long V formation
in the bright freshness
of early morning.