Foster Woman
Her needful body’s chain of custody
Was often passed around.
And she sometimes called herself
The Isle of Man.
Her magic, bold and Circean eyes
Promised a warm harbor.
She bid the Manships berth
To offload generous seed.
Not one of these off-loaded vessels
Stayed beyond a night.
She only paused at each
To accept proffered bounty.
She said she only found
The life she needed.
She said she never found
The life she wanted.
DNJ
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