When you are bought
the first time, will you
show everything at once, or hold,
close to your chest, your hand
to play later?
Maybe a bargain will be struck
with your agent
Mother,
who is so eager
to make a deal
for even just a measly 10% —
she didn’t want this painful bloat
and once
her precious pelvis spits
you out
he can have you. And whoever.
She won’t care.
He will pin his colours
on your thighs with your first diaper, and
tattoo his hot
brand-iron logo
on your face
like a letterhead, slipping you
the virgin payoff. It could be
just a dime this time
but you will do another deal. The price
goes up
with age and whips
and bondage
more complex.
Because
Daddy is your client. Will you
ever know? It’s he
in different hats and coats, it is
his money slipped
under your dress,
between your breasts
and he does it all
so Mother can say
he never cheats on her. Reputations
intact, collaboration
a finely choreographed tango.
Beat yourself up a little
now. They count on it.
And Daddy soon
makes another deposit.
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