of all the best of jazz or Bach, The Beatles or The Eagles,if they're never listened to, if music never fills
the room?
What good are pantries filled with food,
exotic spices, boxes, bags, canned meats and beans,
if everyone goes hungry, starving as a choice,
too lazy to prepare a meal?
What good's a woman's skin, what does it matter
if it's softened by sweet oils and lotions, silky
sheets draped over promising curves, if no one
looks in her direction, no one's fingers trace the
boundaries and venture far beyond?
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2017
