my body is not a commodity
in the eyes of a market
drunk on scarcity
dignity is trading at
bear-market prices
counting carbs like basis points
a moment on the lips

my body is not a commodity
i wish i could say stocks are up
but trust is down
favor collapsing
hedged my bets on a short-sell
left me holding the bag
and owing the devil my soul
another Great Depression

my body is not a commodity
a broker for my worth
never in my best interest
trading volume at an all time low
market cap some factor of 
whispers & side eyes
your ever-flinching gaze

my body is not a commodity
but like a commodity,
this body –
value not inversely proportional 
nor even related to
size, ability, agility
anatomy.
i have controlling interest
keep your bull-market smile
my worth
no longer publicly traded