Just a Square Jaw Away

Poetry

Its only a square jaw away, that jar of tasty genitalia Gross — petals and vaginas — what a silly metaphor

Do petals scream and gouge? Do they clasp grisly hallucinations? Do they smell like a lonely little rat? curled, stuck in a hole, around the corner. No.

Body — beauty — find it — ! Why? What if — what if — ugly fruits/flowers — can find their silly worms, in their uglidom Happy? No.

You will force beauty out of me, won’t you — Oh look how beautiful broken pots are — — and rabbits with no hair — (please get a life, will you) — my stretch-marks are lost snakes in the final volcano. That is perhaps spellbinding— not beautiful. No.

And if, if at all my arm pits are death traps for flies And if, if — the tiny hair all over my body are slivers And if, if — my tongue is so short it cannot touch my teeth And if, if — my eyes like yours can see only that/this

That penis of mine, right next to that thing you call a flower — is truly beautiful Misplaced but — but pretty ~ Together they are a family — a man — a woman and me their odd child — me

I am all milk when it comes to blood I am all cream when it comes to clots I am all smooth, smooth along my thighs on a tiny spot — I have marked as a permanent circle

Touch me there and have my family visit yours

Square jaw or not

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Body Shame Rebellion. #BodyShameRebellion