JewelStock '96

Sunbathing

     I read a book, and the man thinks I cannot see
     the wrinkled posture of his son as he is nudged.
     He thinks I cannot sense four eyes upon my flesh,
     as the father tries to bond with his teenage boy by ogling my
     breasts.

Poetry from JewelStock '96
Copyright Jewel Kilcher 1996
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