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I Do Not Owe You My Beauty
I do not owe you my beauty or
the youthful glow I collected
some summer on the shores of
Lake Superior
throwing fish hooks into open mouths
of well fed fish
throwing glances at boys on docks and shorelines
shorts and sandals
grit in my mouth as I chewed my tongue to a pulp asking for my
towel back
spit not swallow
swimsuit top
giggling boys snapping beach towels on sandy asses
give me my name back
I do not owe you my beauty or
the coal dark sultry stare of well lined
eyes
the club in Minneapolis
dance floor in Dakota
crotch rubbed against my shoulder for eleven miles as he stood above me on a Mexican street bus
the violent undressing of my
clothed body by his naked stare
hands wrapped around my neck
masturbating minds like exploring mineshafts
I do not owe you my beauty
