Thursday, August 27, 2020
The Slave
The Slave
I am here
to be transfigured,
so go ahead,
knead me, pound me,
shake me upside down.
I don't care
what you do to this being.
It was yours well before
I came to this realm.
You carried it in
your future plans drawer,
then perfected it in earth fashion
once I arrived.
What I see in the mirror now
is what you imagined then,
this body, with all its scars
and imperfections,
the one you designed,
so I will live with it,
claim it for my own.
Just tell me
what to do
and I will follow your desire,
the way a favorite dog
gladly obliges the master
whom he loves.
Dorothy Walters
August 27, 2020
