Why don’t you come in

And wash the winter away

Curl up

In the mouth of the flames

And breathe

It’s over now

You’re the prize cow

Your ring finger is heavy

As your shoulders

Why don’t you come in

And put your comfies on

You’ve finally outrun the storm

Your bodies wrung, wrought, worn

And you’re finally done

You have a nest egg to protect,

To sit on

Take his hand and go

Down to the chapel

Swap your lingerie for flannel

This is the freest you’ll feel yet

With a man you’ve actually met

In his gilded cage of love and sweat

You commodified your youth

You business girlie, you

You packaged up your tender touch

You sold your flesh

Bartered to who bidded high enough

You know your worth, you do

Exactly by the hour, the minute

From pounds down to pennies

These men don’t get you for free

You never get youth back, they say

It’s fleeting, make the best

And so, entrepreneur, you

You chose to invest

You chose success

You chose to charge per bite

For the privilege of your digest

But you can come in now

Let the flames warm your heart from the cold

Soften and relax

This is your last time being sold

He has your hand, you rest your head

He promises to fatten your nest egg

Into the blankets you go

Flames by your toes

You haven’t anywhere else

You need to go

What else shall you do?

Nature has its grip on you

Youth has retired

Babies are crying

Look after your beloved husband

His poor wife is dying