Invitation

I’m lying here spread out like a whore.

you may caress me, crawl into me, jump me,

blow me up like a ball, till a point,

shrink me, mourn me, sing to me.

I’m your material. sniff me.

look down my throat, my heart, my ass, my stomach.

curse me a thousand times over or hold me tight.

It’s all fine with me because today I love you.

taste my blood, suck on my tit.

believe wholeheartedly in my significance.

I’m really here. and yet, I’m not.

like your woolen sweater 
and the sheep that isn't there.