Corporate Design
because she said,
it was a brave man who took the head of Medusa
and it’ll be a brave man who takes my maidenhead
and she travels by being driven
through the lonely city streets funneling to the bottom of that hour
slithers down seeking
what moisturizer can soothe flesh under wintering rinds
and looking into the shiny surface of a
hand-sized compact
for who she could brave her startled face
finds the face of a man turned to stone.
so, taking his sword from his heavy hand
she throws her head up high.


© lyw