Change swallowed you up into her softish bellyvoid
Dressed you up like a boy dressed as a girl dressed as
A wound but
Saliva heals infections
Some days the sun will peek out of your smile and others your Xanax with look oddly like candy and
Boy, don’t you have sweet tooth and
Change holds out her hand
Full of litter and laughter and
Vomit cleanses the palette but rots your teeth
A cookie tastes like gold but fills in your waist and sometimes colors outside the lines,
A body painted on the pavement.
You can’t wait in traffic anymore and
Even though the red light keeps you from killing
You would kill to watch redlight drip from your temples.
Change clamped down hard and won’t let go –
How it hurts how it hurts how it hurts
Doesn’t want to let go
Like a crab
Like a fishing hook
Like tearing flesh away from bone (ha, and you thought DYING hurt) and sews on patches
You are a framework of sheepskin and wire and moth-chewed blankets and burnt photographs
Would you leave the house with this ragged quilt you call a body?
Change, she made you ugly but
She will dress you up as a girl dressed as a boy in a pretty dress for prom
Hair coiled back like a snake,
Medusa head buried between a pair of legs or a belt but
Change has a sharp pair of scissors. Scissors!
Your legs are scissors
Snip Snip Snip
Change carves a smile into your cheeks (with scissors)
Bones exposed to your dusty hairline fracture
Ice the swelling with a cool steak (plastic steak)
She will not tell you but
Change likes the way the sweeping rises and injects rubbing alcohol and saliva into your veins then
Change will dress your wound as a girl dressed as a boy dressed as a
Spiffy new haircut.