Will you sell me back my skin, please?
You’ve already seen me
On my knees.
I know I wore the short dress;
I know my mouth can please.
I’m milking you for mercy;
I’m cranking your guilt’s degrees.
Please
Anything, but that.
Please let us try something new.
I need the money and can no longer stand
The view
Of what you want me to think, you want me to do!
I’m twisting my soul inside you.

I bend
And then I
Kneel.

Yes, I’ve been on my knees many times before,
But this time I’m not waiting
For the unzipping of your stockings.
Instead, I’m investigating
A different tactic to prove to you
I could be human.

Please,
Don’t let me cheat on your wife with you.
Can’t I be a maid other than French?
(I hear there’s cash in the cleaning business.)
Can I mow your lawn, watch your kids, wash your car, cover your fibs?
Please don’t make me do this;
Please don’t make me lose this.