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 ©2007 Published in Empowerment4Women, June 2008 Image: Dorothy's Red Shoes from allposters.com Return to Poetry Index II Return to Homepage