A Nauseating Meditation Passing by the Massage Parlours

neon reds and pinks,
coloring the paper mache
cupids and hearts
in the window display.

the window display,
which does not display.
Instead of expose,
it conceals
the daily tortures
within.

these images of love,
create new associations.
the inflicted trauma
upon women
i have never met.

and now,
this valentine's day,
i will flinch
when i see:
the reds and pinks.

that these johns arrive
with selfish expectations
of solely their own pleasure,
and exit
with their pressed white shirts
entering into their sports cars,

it's more than I can bear to imagine,
let alone begin to comprehend.