32 To V.
When I see how other women look at you,
I wish you had some defect.
A plastic leg,
a scar across your face --
the stronger I am attracted to you, the longer the scar.
I wish you lacked a few fingers,
a few figures in your bank account --
the more fingers and figures, if the more women look at you,
the longer they look.
I am brooding of how much of you
I would need to dismantle,
what exactly of you I would agree
to destroy, when I see how you enjoy
the way women look at you.