Unproblematic

lascivious leering director
delivers a girl to me.
I thank him, forever,
with no anger, as that's
about right. That's what it
was like, for me! Slavering
ghouls and endless accidental
nipples. That's just
the uterine fantasia of
one's thirteenth year, or
I'll speak for me, of mine.
So look, linger, we
were made from being
looked at, cast like psychic
holograms from some
old lecher's gaze and
I wish to see all becoming
as such or else feel quite
alone.