MIRROR SPREAD

i’m so baby sucking

hard on fleshpink

rubber such a voluntary self

decorative display

it doesn’t make me

pretty but it sure

makes me visible

round moon

of a woman fake

nailed in portrait

to a ball point cross

in practical leather

bar fashion i roll

unnamed around

the top drawer

of the dresser Tawny

Lust under the theater

seat process

of consumption in motion

true oppression is having to pay

to linger

in color

i’m bleeding lipstick into wrinkles

while my physicality

blurs

i’m so chair

inching

ever-closer to vanity

collecting body signs

& chemical taste i’m so cliqued in

to voracious adolescence

so in-search

of perfect

half-used

i’m so

smeared & glossed

& cosmetic

i’m so on the floor

glitzing out