Poem: Advertising

By: JD DeHart

advertising

They expect to etch
and trace in glass and
gas and plastic,

making me fragile
house promises,
foretelling more beautiful
skin and life,
sending me into
a frenzy of grabbing,

but I pause at the revolving
trap door and only mutter.

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