To The Man Who - Pilar Shen-Borro

To the man who offered me 500$ to take off all my clothes

by Pilar Shen-Borro

A barren day to sell in Washington Square Park, But Greenwich Village promises me a little spending money. Cat calls cut clean through my psyche. Count to 10. Refocus. Make 5 bucks off a scarf that was only worn once Ignoring only makes the cries louder. Count to 100. 11 bucks, an oversized zeppelin shirt, hopefully clean A bruised ego approaches. Count to infinity. You holler out, “500$ to take off all your clothes for me”

Embarrassment smells like vinegar Enough to make me never want to be naked again Enough to take an old pocket knife out and carve my body something unrecognizable

That moment, you made me delicacy, You made me nameless You made me fascination You made me, body, object, toy, thing. You made me blood pumping, bitterness, mania, destroy, rage If Shakespeare tells me to hide my fires, I suppose I’ll have to find some way to hide you away while I burn your corpse alive.

500 ways to humiliate you. Let me be ugly If only so you won’t leer 500 ways to tell you to go fuck yourself

You want me. You want me bare and exposed. You want to take my dirty dish skin and swallow it. You want me shelled out and weak for you. You want me on my knees and crying. Is that it?

I’ll cry for you. Do you see my tears? Are they enchanting enough to drown yourself in? Do you love me yet? Will the snot running down my chin, blubbering, and temporary insanity convince you that I am simply pornographic

500 ways to tell you I’m more of a dyke than anything. Look at me, half your age or more, and a picture perfect definition of eroticism. Am I your own personal porn hub? Look me up on your private browser, while your mom sleeps upstairs, jerk off to the image of me all kawaii while you sleep on daddy’s couch.

500 ways to cause permanent erectile dysfunction I’d rather break every bone in my body into something nauseating than be something desirable to you, But I’ll settle for breaking your boner

500 ways to paralyze you. #394; my favorite, to snap your spine like I crack my knuckles No come here, come closer. Don’t be shy now.

You want to see me naked, you want me seduction, you want me school girl, you want me docile, you want me red wine and wasted. Come closer. Let’s see it.

500 dollars. Enough. $45 for rope. $15 for scrap fabric, a perfect gag. $100 whip. $213.33 for a vintage axe, which I will use to slowly and prettily castrate you. Why are you crying? I thought you wanted this? You wanted me kinky, You wanted me calling out Senpai. You wanted me a little crazy. You wanted me horny for your blood. You wanted me slaughter and orgasm. Aren’t you satisfied? I surely am, blood stained and under budget. The rest is pocket change. $128.67 for bacon egg & cheeses and getting my nails done