Not All Equalities Are Equal Poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo

Not All Equalities Are Equal

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Hair done up precisely, bouncing timely
musical metronome four/four time
to baton wielded by his check card –
nails hardened, colored, shaped, and sharp
like music picks playing on his money harp –
long limbs emerging from her Jaguar
eyes of dollar green emeralds on demand
all fingers gem-ringed clenching hands –
diamonds, rubies, opals, sapphires, too
on platinum, go(l) d, and silver bands –

But this is she – some other one – not you.

Face lifted more than breasts enhanced
Dermabrasions, tummy tucked
buttocks both been liposucked
to please his macho changing taste
she plays his adult playpen games –
a stay at homer, dressed up as figurehead
queen of his prenuptial-ed fortress wall
pretending to have earned her way
not with her mind – but body scars
tall tales – charming talisman – tell it all.

But this is she – some other one but you.

He frees her from that gilded cage by day
her chariot a public showcase of her wares
to all who envy such a life of opulence
the haves by nature of his name and hers
a tag-along, not fervent lover from her heart
but given gifts, her toys, each time he asks –
demands on cue to play, perform her art –
the words to say – she spreads her legs apart
balancing the spread sheets woven spreads
on wrinkled bed sheets of her borrowed life.

But this is she – some different she – not you.

The other one with simple braids or pony tail
no music, just cacophony of common voice,
no German emblems on the hoods, no mags
reflecting jagged nails on calloused hands
just rugged stumps astumbling
from some dented wrecks
one ring with worthless gem-stone
imitation no golden bands,
just empty promises made day to day
no guarantees, no nuptials made at all.

But, this is she – not anyone – not you.

There is another order of equality:
though one is strong
more powerful –
brilliantly endowed
the other quick of wit
each different sight
both with an equal view
unequal height
disparate raiment
complemented
compliments,
they stand hand in hand
two equal
different
ids.

But, which is she – which anyone –
which you
exists?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 31 October 2009

This is fascinating in it's way; and the descriptions of the mind numbing life of a barbie doll seems precariously close to some real existences. The humbling thought too is that, some barbies feel born into that life, know no other, and feel that they can do nothing else. They gladly slip into the handcuffs and constraints of such an artificial prison, don't you sometimes think? People with no insides have to fixate on the outside superficialities; because otherwise there is nothing there.

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Juniper March 27 October 2009

the last dear terego, the last

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Tai Chi Italy 27 October 2009

An Enigma to be sure ALT! I like the contrasts in these two women...I'm still looking for the equalities though! where were they? Or did they ever exist at all? Smiling at you Tai

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