I want to be sculpted like the Tetrarchs,
In purple stone from the old empire,
Equal parts sight and style flowing
Through the sculptor's hands, showing
Me half as I am and half as I want to be.
* * *
I want to be an icon of submission,
Bound to Andrew's Purple X
One piece with it, captured in the
Act of struggling against it,
Cunt gaping, for all the museum-
Goers to stick their fingers up
When the guard is napping.
I want the ball in my mouth to be
Lone, strapless, heraldic, a sign
That this one has surrendered voice
I want my teeth to look nice on it.
* * *
But forget posterity, fuck me now,
I am waiting on the bed, my hair
Still in a tail, my butt plugged,
My limbs spread, my teeth on plastic
That no one asked me to put in,
I will pretend I am in bondage
And you can pretend I am too.
Be my lines of gawking visitors
Asking who was this, and why
Was she sculpted, be my scholars,
All pining for me as they debate my
Purpose as artistic object.