A private humiliation

October 14, 2011 § 4 Comments

(Tracey Emin, “Self Portrait”)

A Response

It began, this game of ours, innocently —
Did it not?
A private humiliation,
This, our affair, it lacked reciprocity.
Only the give, never the take, shall we say —
Of erotic provocation.

This was not ours.
We inhabited our little injustices, our fears and fucks,
Like they were bodies —
Never so much piled high, these, as they were flung low —
To the dingy proud and impoverished gluttons waiting to set upon
And devour them.

You say —
I left you alone.
I say —
I let you be.
The distinction, you claim, is more sadistic than a slap,
And this, I agree, may be so —

But no less true.

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