damedged Aesthetician

born to a speech-impaired sense
of self nevertheless consensually nobbed the falling
pair, a tonsil, a fag rainbow. Twice called woman,
half the plan for man as torch, as tree chopped,
aflame. I too try experiments with my retinal
pathways, suckered into the proof of a submarine
propeller. Compeller, even, I fit no mold, only
plankton. Tiny, I am free. Free, up for grabs.
But I DO NOT comprehend as well as she does. Better
as fuel, the calorie implicit in puffs of smoke,
shooting mouth off again.

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