Baby Flesh

Posted on January 7, 2004 in Poems The Orange

The cover of the Weekly‘s on all the racks.

Two bowling balls over the breasts.

A red panty line. The navel an inhalation.

Not a granulation or a wrinkle

on the skin of that hourglass waist.

The Weekly‘s selling baby flesh.

A headless body to attract the hand

by means of the groin.

For men who like their meat without a mind.

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I wish to extend my apology to those who would have desired a larger picture. But the online version of the OC Weekly is more conservative than the print edition when it comes to size.