Blonde or black?
She peeks through her glasses because
a PhD? it’s Euro-business.
Black turtle neck,
tight enough to show the nipple piercing.
She winks every time they speak:
in a tutorial,
at his home
on her knees.
She smells like cherries and rum,
and this scent will give her a job
because the Polish flag is exotic enough
on her chiseled chin and almond eyes.
What do you think? This poem was originally a part of my working class sequence. I had to make the sequence thematically tighter, so I decided to share one of its off-shoots. Not to spoil too much, the poem was meant to be about the sexism Eastern European women face when they are successful.