Golden Collar
Location
Open wide, and
Bite down on the fabric,
Saliva pools in the empty lockets
You pile around your neck,
A golden collar of status reflected in the metal
Bracelets and shackles,
Seem one in the Same
Flesh protrudes and stretches
Pores fill and loosen to craters,
Waist training to give yourself room to
Suffocate.
Striped bars collect your body to a confined
Hourglass
And the sand is dripping from the peak
An avalanche of time spent
Deeply inhaling,
Buttons buttoned
Zippers zipped,
Warp the eyes,
Open wide.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world