GLASS

Paperweights, of sorts. Heavy and smooth. Satisfying to see.

But, more to hold in the hand.

Collecting begins. As devotion to possessing precious nothings. And, women.

So, into the walking cabinet. Under soft skin, above cartilage cage. They might slip, to be near tender beats.

Finding a most suitable position, From which to be admired.

IVORY

Heavy tusks. Carried away. By thin Frenchmen. Ripped and Pulled from pulp. To be placed gingerly in the dark recesses of studies. As their own. Peepholes. Or, Eyeballs. Maybe, Whittled down. To settle into selfhood. As a comb, hairpin, a mirror. This. Posed. Posited position. Here, ensconced again, in blood and flesh.

RUBBER, SPONGE, PARAFFIN

Inventions find a way in. Trying to make a mans face. For he, who now has none. The modern myth, that allows.

Swelling mounds to develop. Spun, from machines and in beakers. Injected and slit, sewn into place. To harden along with the mans plastic face.

GOAT’S MILK

American soldiers‘ Hollywood girls. Images mammoth with glands.

Not so.

For rice farm girls. Who sell. Who. must sell.

Who squeeze and gather, Stab and scar. Their own small source.

Two atom clouds. In the body.

SILICONE

A surgeon feels a bag of warm blood. And thinks, <<hmmm. that feels nice>>.

The moment. They figured it out. Thirty, years old, 6 kids. Texas.

No one important. Will do her good.

Stick them in. See what happens

The miracle. Worked.