Improv 5 (“Helen of Troy….” Atwood)

“’I Sell Vision, like Perfume Ads’”

Self-respect in selling sandwiches.
Sexy sandwiches. Unwrapped while
crafting and stacking
meat with desire. A raping affair
of yeast and provolone.
Only a woman could erotically exercise
the exact diagonal cut without crust.
Savoring the exploitation of
murder and mold.
Maybe we like these birds because
they’ve always been grounded:
an ugly neurotic with bobble headed beaks.
Scrumptious breasts though.
Of course you concur.