Cover me up, he says
Nothing short, nothing cropped, and nothing tight.
Wanting to please, and wanting to cover up, to reserve myself – just for him,
I buy it big and wear it baggy.
Hold it in, he says.
I told you, didn’t I? I told you not to show; to show – nothing.
See the men – see them looking.
See them looking up the gap, see them seeing your boobs, up the gap of your bagginess.
I see. I see the men all bent up – all bent up and looking up. All looking up the gap of my
All admiring my beauty.
Being about as beautiful as a bag lady can be, I bag him up and sling him.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019