And Blow-Up Dolls Available Upon Request Poem by Patti Masterman

I am bitter, increasingly human-
Human, of sick wants and desires
Human, of sad trickery and liars.
Human of a million rank rooms
In a thousand New Yorks,
At quarter past noon.

Syphilitic human, and gonorrhea
Snuffling infants, too precaria,
Moldy suitcases in the closets,
Dead prostitutes rotting corsets.
Stiletto heels stuck in rails
Crown of thorns suits on nails.

Musty bibles in a drawer,
Never closing flophouse doors;
DNA all mixed together
Sexual organs in a tether.
Perverse toys in their hands
It's not enough to have a man.

Humans discarded like the garbage,
Dismembered fetus of retardage;
Even our offspring are expendable,
Disposable children, anti-friendable.
Sorry if you didn’t want to play-
There's no option to run away.