Value and virtue

I wear a different woman every day
Knowing that value and virtue
Will be selectively assigned
And never all at once


My closet is lined with her
The rod bowed in the middle
By the weight of her facets


She - all of her-
Doesn’t ask
Because she will be told


Fatal
Flawed
Finessed
Freak
Fractious
Fecund
Frumpy
Fantasy fodder


Well, fuck you


They all have the same face
Speak with the same voice
Feel the same pain
Of your blindness to her whole
What you see is what you get
Dooming her to incompleteness
You will forget tomorrow
Who she is today
But I won’t