The Statue of a Girl Waiting
Once there was a boy who told her:
“I’d stare at you till the sun dies.”
A stupid whim. But hardly noticed.
She turned herself to stone.
And he chiseled out the parts he liked —
Her tender eyes, a lock of hair, the
soothing part of her upper thighs,
and then escaped into the night.
You know every sculptor is a thief?
Now there’s a boy zipping about,
tossing around a bag of her, while
the rest of her sits waiting in stillness,
dusting till the sun dies.