my body is always buzzing
my eyes are cold and bulging from my sockets like varnished golf balls
my swatches of skin color don't hide the ingrown hairs
how I long to be dark like the girls from high school
how I would imagine them naked in front of their mirrors
cupping their ripe and perfect breasts
their brown skin stretched perfectly over their bones
I could see a scalpel incise anywhere on their body and
their skin so soft it must splay open like a flower
my vagina does not allow itself to be touched
it sends messages to my body with such quickness and swelling
I truly am in the image of God
my reflection is as sterile and barren as the tallest whitest figure
and my fertility was gaping and hungry on the screen
until I strung it around my fork like a noodle
under your blanket in the dark
please, just leave me alone to read all of my newstand magazines
they are truly preparing me for my later trip to the parade in Hell
I'll see you there with my head on a stick and my baby ghost in my arms
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