Paul Archer - photo Paul Archer - poet, translator



Not my type

Women who put men in a velvet box
like a piece of heirloom jewellery
or a cadaver that can't get up to tricks,

and those who'd rather be pixies
with candles, glass beads & wishing wells,
women who are afraid of themselves,

women with sparkling hair, metal eyes
and enamel claws are worth a second
but not a third, or fourth glance,

and those who love their cat or horse
more than anyone, or love a poem
and mark it with a leaf in a book's pages -

unless it's mine of course - are not
my type. But some have no interest in what
my type might be, it might just be them.

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