Botox and Sawdust

Botox and sawdust

Keeping us pretty

You with your hair and breasts

And I with cuts across my hands

I desire you

You do not desire me

This is the inequity of need

Woman in pictures

And me in blankets

I push out the breath because it’s so cold in here

You take away breath

And somehow warm me

It’s not attraction to the fakery

Or even the belief that somewhere a beautiful woman

Might ever be civil to me

It’s the thing that I try to write

In a shell of a shitty human being

Blinking at me and smiling

She’s so incredibly sublime

And if you can ignore the fact that it’s

Lighting and makeup and the feminist nightmare

If you can forget that her face is brushed and her nipples rock-hard from

Nothing but a desire to make money

If you can forget the prostitution

And look at the very, very surface

As any good artist can

And see that sunset

Well, that’s enough to jerk off to