I think I've had enough with this tuft on my head.
Oh how it bends
and it binds
and it dreads.
And it catches hold of the many wonders that lay around
my bedroom nightstand.
I think I've had enough with these curls in my ear,
Oh how it wiggles
and it turns
and it sneers,
and if I didn’t have to wake up with these curls in my eye,
as I dig them out with my nails,
and I cry,
as my delicate corneas begin to bleed.
I think I’ve had enough with these curls in my soup,
Oh how they loop
and they loop
and they loop,
And create marvelous hoops that wrap around my neck
like a scarf.
I think I’ve had enough with these curls in nose,
Oh how it blows!
And tickles the soft supple flesh that binds
cartilage to bone.
I think I’ve had enough with this tuft on my head.
I’m going to bed.
Thank you for sitting on my chest,
like a two year old child,
still stuck on infantile sadism.
And for the constant death threats
that have me walking like a cautious dog,
a noosed collar around my trembling neck.
I really don’t enjoy the stomach squeezes or
The constant tugging at my face,
the twitches from my eye to mouth or
my heart skipping beats
like improv’d jazz.
And the way you follow me everywhere
and scare me just for fun
Like two children walking home from school,
is frankly, quite childish.
You’ve damaged me in ways I cannot express
yet I’m forever in your debt.
And I hate myself for
allowing this toxic relationship to continue,
but I’m worried if I lose you
I’d be nothing.
I’m flush in the face
Stretched tight like a canvas.
I'm practically plastic,
elastic and sanded.
I’m your mother's upholstery,
Your fathers new handbag,
I’m leathered and weathered
For only two ninety five and
I don’t feel a thing,
no nothing at all.
You can slap me and pinch me
I could fall a great fall.
When I go for a ride
With the wind in my hair
And formaldehyde skin
buffed and shined with great care,
I’m on my way to the doc
For my new rhinoplasty
It’s just the newest procedure
For this ol’ human taxidermy.
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