Someone wants your body.
What's the deal?
Beg, borrow, buy, or steal?
Gutter or pedestal?
That's how it is with bodies
that someone wants.
What's it worth to you?
A rose, a diamond.
a cool million, a joke, a drink?
The fiction that this one likes you?
You could bestow it, this body,
like the generous creature you are,
or blackout and have it snatched
and you'd never know.
Kiss it goodbye, the body
that was once yours.
It's off and running,
it's rolled in furs, it's dancing
or bleeding out in a meadow.
You didn't need it anyway,
it attracted too much attention.
Better with only a shadow.
Someone wants your shadow.
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