Breaking Bad


Socially
She is slow
Pauses and phrases
Are ill-placed
Like her seat at the
Table

She is at the head
Staring into eyes
That ask questions
Which never escape
Mouths

She leads by example
Filling hers with
Food
Substituting their
Disappointment
With the savory
Texture of silent
Language

She is intelligence
Preceded by wisdom
Removing her shawl
Mid-chew
To reveal a toned
Upper body

Toned in the softness of
Arousing supplication


In answer to the
Specific assumptions
Shackled to their
Generally closed
Minds

Finding more value
In toned arms than
Heavyweight thoughts
Earning titles in
Truth

She seduces
Not with her skin
But with the ability
To traverse perception
With acts of virtue
That leads them to
Ask the unanswerable

“Who are you?”

A supposition
A sensual pleasure
A sophist
Secure in the nature
Her Strangeness

A series of spaces
Solidified by sight
A salacious animal
Sickened by hands
Joined in social
Stupidity

If her eyes were
A tongue
She would lick
Their faces
From one end of
Table to the other

Then stand to thank
Them for the invite
To their taste
Testing

Solemnly though
For she is socially
Slow


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