Dancing with Jackals (gethenian) wrote,
Dancing with Jackals

"Desire" by George Bilgere

by George Bilgere

The slim, suntanned legs
of the woman in front of me in the checkout line
fill me with yearning
to provide her with health insurance
and a sporty little car with personalized plates.

The way her dark hair
falls straight to her slender waist
makes me ache
to pay for a washer/dryer combo
and yearly ski trips to Aspen, not to mention
her weekly visits to the spa
and nail salon.

And the delicate rise of her breasts
under her thin blouse
kindles my desire
to purchase a blue minivan with a car seat,
and soon another car seat, and eventually
piano lessons and braces
for two teenage girls who will hate me.

Finally, her full, pouting lips
make me long to take out a second mortgage
in order to put both kids through college
at first- or second-tier institutions,
then cover their wedding expenses
and help out financially with the grandchildren
as generously as possible before I die
and leave them everything.

But now the cashier rings her up
and she walks out of my life forever,
leaving me alone
with my beer and toilet paper and frozen pizzas.


I find this poem very... interesting. I am not sure whether to think of it as sweet or as a reflection of some kind of objectification... the way he thinks of the woman in terms of providing for her, in terms of wealth, in terms of her status as a maker of babies, but never as an independent person. But then... the way he imagines a future through the lenses of how much money he will spend on it may also be more of a reflection of his own attitudes towards money and wealth being the key to happiness, which may have nothing whatsoever to do with objectifying the woman. It's almost somehow also objectifying HIMSELF. The poem never mentions love... love has nothing to do with his desires.

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