Facing bright storefronts
flourishing with panties
I cannot stop myself
from thinking of Marx.
Respecting Marx
is the only thing all those who loved me shared
and I have allowed them all, in varying degrees,
to claw at the cotton dolls
hidden in my body.
Marx,
Karl Marx,
I will never forgive him.
Iman Mersal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/respecting-marx/
