Monopoly

Your eyes are like monopoly boards
Cars race, houses fall and
Park Lane's your turf.
Flash the curtains, baby!
Play the part of my lover
Touch my nose
And admire my red-paint nails
They're chipped, unpretty.
Did my rough cuss scare you?
Pretty boy
Let your tears roll and
your breakfast chew
I want to see you.


Ashmi Ahluwalia

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