Public Auction Poem by Ilire Zajmi

They trade with my dreams
training their skills
They shop with my temper
dabble their patience
They bet for my breast
Measure their libido
They drink for my health
get drunk with their money
They are sleepless
Concerned about my problems
They hire a private detective
to write my black biography
counting my lovers.
For all the time
For them
I'm at the public auction
And they try to steal my eye
To rape my dream
to push me in the hinterland.
And to play, play with me.