epicene-writings:

Shame

For the smooth-looking

.

Pretending to be blank, you

.

You.

.

– Melted wax,

Still cold –

Still wax.

.

For the scribbled paper

Crumpled, and thrown

Right into the bin.

.

– Open it: it’s blank,

Blank, a void, yet

Again. You.

.

For the uncrumpled, the deceiving

And the paper.

.

You –

Stamped bodies

Bizarre breasts, distorted

Them. You.

.

Seal the void

Of sex

With the wax

Of shame.