the Gospel according to Thomas: selections from the Gospel kris kahn


in the patriarcal hierarchy
that is the fashion world
there are always two men—

one calls the shots.
one receives them. you
in your long-sleeved
oxfords, hiding your arms,
ashamed of the holes.

one who sits behind a mammoth
mahogany desk &
chews the end of his pencil.
one who smells of steel & cotton,
hands calloused & filthy
from the machinery, fingering /
feeling pairs of breasts
for measurements.

there are no erections allowed
in the fashion world. at least not for you.

that is my job, as muse,
as infiltrator.

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November 2001 2River