(To a friend who wore a crop-top and collar in public)
The strip was leather, with a buckle in the back
And an O-ring in the front. I'd seen a thousand
Worn one, been choked, been photographed,
But you, there, in a shirt that shows your middle
And wearing a collar high on an upheld neck
Like a horse that's been gingered for a show,
With a ring sticking out all cantilever,
As though ready for a chain and clip,
Among friends, police and rivals,
Employers, women and men, children...
Such a two-side act, show of brazen in-
-tensity: "I belong to someone,
And what are you going to do?"