Zywa
Anatomical Theatre
I voluntarily undress
for the professor and her assistants
They lead me to the middle
in the half-dark circle
of curious students
who seek the connection
between my naked legs
and the light jiggle
of the white shirt
I put my eyes down
and follow the instructions
as if I see myself in a movie
Pressed onto the table
I turn around with a smile
in the circle of light
the pleasant heat
of attention, a dream
of thin voices
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