Next Week (For Caroline)

Life's an ugly, petty pace-

Crass beard upon a pretty face-

So much for such potential waste

You talk me back into.

Life's a stupid, pity place-

Flat chest upon a precious case-

So much for such a paltry trace

You walk me back into.

Life's an angry, acid bore

Life's a putrid, pustule chore

Life's a gloomy, grotesque gore

You caulk me back into.

I break myself, I cut and seer,

I hide away, I gibe and jeer,

I hate and flay, I tear and tear,

You balk

Me back from two

Or twenty

Thousand mismatched pieces

From a puzzle

Jigsawed more.

You press together

Bits of pieces,

Give me glue

That never ceases

To surprise,

Soft sigh releases

As your questions

Cracks explore.

When I compare me to the box,

I know I'll never have long locks

Just breasts saline, a makeshift crotch,

Shaven legs (and face) and vox

Yet I like the one you see:

The perfecting in imperfect me

The better you

Think me to be

I like her.

And I thank you for the introduction.

And I hope to see her again,

See you again,

Next week.