The Age of Vulva
is upon us
(not the car, you idiot,
the mons, the pubis,
Mound of Venus)
it is
at us
in our faces
for all to see
on every street
in all places
public private spaces
gagging for attention
there are no secrets
anymore
that shrink-wrapped vulva
ain’t hardcore
ain’t private parts
nor hidden
under skirt
or bustle
it is out and proud
and vulgar
and not just at the gym
skintight
flesh-toned leggings
are streetwear
du jour
no longer strictly boudoir
ignore the vulva
at your peril
stare at the vulva
double peril
it is demanding
your attention
hey you! looka me!
no, I haven’t left my pants at home!
titties? meh…
arse-cheeks? ditto
the map of Tassie’s
shrunk
to Hobart
with no old growth forest
to defend its honour
I’m still shocked
can’t block it and
can’t look away
when will come
the day
when men decide
to follow suit
forsake the trouser
flaunt the flute.
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