Aesthetically Speaking

Jk Mansi
Jk Mansi
Sep 9, 2018 · 2 min read

Why I gotta wax my coochie, and you don’t?

Aesthetically Speaking. Why I gotta be smooth like a baby’s butt, and you can be hairy Harry of the Hendersons? Text by JkM. Photo by Jernej Graj on Unsplash

I was your first.
sort of the trial girl
no one had taught you
how to be appealing

Aesthetically pleasing.

No father alive, no mother aware
uncles, they did not know nor care
not aunts, oh no, they did not dare.
So you were loosed on me
full of rank unwashed lividity.

Armpits would have been bad
enough but balls unwashed
I could not bear. Yet dared I
to have you clean before
giving you the pleasure of my
company. You half heartedly
tried, them over time declined.

Leaving me for another
Older wiser, wise enough to know
smells did not last but
money did, determined
to take you out of my grubby
married clutches to live in
Grosse Pointe, 20 years before
John Cusack made it Blank.

She tolerated your fragrances
or had perfumes of her own
I do not know, I lay crying
on my solitary pillow, forlorn.

You returned under duress
what chance had I to change
your mind then, obliging me
with your return, smelling
obnoxiously like your left
mistress, her dog and her kid.

All the others who you had
I cannot name
with me you did not
share your shame.

For thirty years, uncut toenails
scratching my legs in your embrace
uncut fingernails scratching my Georgia
O’Keefe to my disgrace, untrimmed
beard leaving my skin raw
unrepentant sex leaving me
the unloved stentorian squaw.

At nineteen you seemed a catch,
my heart knew no better.
I had no other to compare,
I did not have a vetter.

You, sir, were a lot of things
but Aesthetically Pleasing you were not.

©JkMansi Juhi Kalra 2018. All rights reserved.

Thanks to Stephen M. Tomic at The Junction

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To know where you're going find out where you've been. Not here for the fame game. I read. I write. I’m grateful.

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