there are a bunch roofers 
stapling shingles on top of the house two over.

I can see and and hear them clearly.

I get a wildly intrusive

rebellious thought 

what if i 

put on my 

red one piece bathing suit,

(it makes my breasts look magnificent, 

along with everything else)

and lay out my body beneath the sun and God and the roofers.

do you think one of them would 

f 

 a

    l

      l

staple guns ricochet

e v e r y w h e r e, 

shingles, metal nails and

hard working men

go flying 

can you imagine

instead 

I lounge on my chair

like a lizard 

covered fully in 

brown pants and a 

white shirt with an old 

butter chicken stain on it.

the roofers pay me 

no mind.