Promises Promises

Inside a Black Hole,
this ectoplastic projection
of the skylight from Oz,
I sit with the Wizard.

I demand the full skinny
on what Dorothy did
with the Tin Man,
a pair of strapless red heels,
size nine narrow,
and one gold brick
(at least) for my
well-hid account 
in Switzerland.

He chants first,
eats bean curd, then
asks to be spanked 
before zipping the hole closed,
his old man's hand
on my breast, and
not so much as a rabbit's foot 
for my trouble

Pris Campbell

Published in Empowerment4Women, June 2008

Image: Dorothy's Red Shoes from

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