to darkened Deutsch, they think
you refugee, and handle you commensurately,
with disdain, disgust. Open and let flow
the Anglophone, from origin, from Ur,
from quelling source, and then a Queen: They bow
and scrape before you, hoping for an opening
of robe, a handling, groping of your lobes,
your soul, a grab, a groping of your credit
card. What Scheiß,
what does a woman want?
every silly, useless man demands.
A woman wants that you might stop and actually
look not at her form, but listen to,
the substance of her speech. Listen to
her fucking voice.
Even here: believe
and hear the words she said.
Believe and hear
her voice. Stop harking to your barking dread.
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