by Nada Alturki
illustration by Pixie Kolesa
The wind blew in
And the Mercedes-Benz dragged in creatures of conspicuous self-worth
Who reek of high-end cologne
Ringing laughter
Traced with beer
and the comfort of unlimited credit cards And daddy’s paychecks
Masked in pink slapped skin they call a tan Their eyes see in a one-dimensional thrill Because their surroundings have been Molded to adjust just that
They walk around
With feet that stomp
Limbs that grope
Eyes that choke
And dicks that throb
For anything that looks
Exotic
Or not
It really doesn’t matter
As long as they fit into a size 6
And these are the same men
That teach our kids
And entertain our screens
And rule our countries
Illustration by Pixie Kolesa