The Economy of the Body
A woman's currency.
By E.K. DanielsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash
This body is not my home.
It is a barren husk.
A field ravaged for its crops.
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I did not ask for this:
Full breasts and a cavern for plunder,
A woman’s currency.
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But can I trade?
Exchange my coin for some other tender?
Or am I forever shackled to the rate of my gender?
Fixed, not variable.
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The economy of the body,
An invisible hand acting in its own self-interest.
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Do I get any credit?
Or must it be earned by those who have left me with debt?
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There is a lien on my home,
A debt that may never be paid.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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