Today at market,
shopkeepers showcased brand-new cars
and seduced nearsighted and potbellied old men
with promises to stop their loneliness.
The promises were offers of a future
spent speeding on swift wheels.
And so the old men were kissed by shiny chrome
rubbing their trousers,
and were spent dreaming of getting laid
upon the smooth bellies of animal skin inside.
shopkeepers picked their pockets
as each wallet and infatuation came undone.
And I stood alone bearing my breasts, ignored.