Trophy Wife No. 3 of 8

Lacquered like she could have been
a park bench
Not made of wood
She stands legless

Hard  cold breasts  discolored
unfit to adorn
this wide-hipped hourglass

Screwed
shoulders misaligned and
one hip higher
Hollow body
she was split down the middle

Her antlered neck
fixed
with bronze – a mix of copper and tin
to accompany her
mixed media

the horns curve back
as if taken
while the Serengeti
grazer was in midair

the curve is
how they have grown, however,
as though
they were made
for movement

the tan and dark khaki
of her body
could almost place here
there on the vast plain

slender though she is
I imagine her
a warrior

this hardened
dress form
hero

A sophisticated
Amazon.

She stands
legless, strong.