She stood there, in her underwear
not minding me, drinking her drink
I wondered if this is what it all came down to
foreplay—or, was there a higher lesson to be learned?
It turns out—there is
Sensations capture us
their yellow and black wings
but where do they go?
To be mounted on a wall
protected from dust mites
for the lingering eyes, of an entomologist
or the bored eyes, of a boy
or the tired eyes, of a janitor
You can’t preserve beauty
She sipped her drink, lost in some daydream
Did you know, life is free, but they try to charge you for it?
It really is,
the home of the brave and the land of the free
but now we are cowards
and our freedom is gone.
I think about lost time
and what I would do differently
in many ways, I’m the same, but I just haven’t realized this
is what we should be doing
but it isn’t easily understood, in adulthood
because we have to make money at it
“I’m not free,” she said.
“Name your price.”