Things They Would Do To The Girl In A Box

by Kristin Garth

Card reader, in lieu of winding key,
turns her on, velvet box the public won’t
see, except as a stage, sensuality 
on demand. Her tear-away tutu floats 
free as she lifts her hand, gesture prescribed 
by currency.  Even her smiling is
procured, illusory, contrived, bribed 
by a swipe of a card.  Men will notice 
if the nipples aren’t hard as she spins 
in the nude on one pointed toe. Other leg
conditioned to extend, when they spend, 
towards her ear, proffer a show they beg 
to be near — things they would do, fingers and cocks
to sluts not shut away each night in a box. 

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