by Shari Cooper
My mouth is milky and bloody From swallowing the fat from my thighs Sucking out the extra inches with fervor Blood red Hard Candy lips leeched on my legs It always tastes better the second time down The opposite of vomiting dinner My mouth is dry and it is hard to talk From suckling all unwanted hair from my skin (My legs and my thighs and my arms and my armpits) Choking as the strands catch in larynx unable to inhale Or exhale, or even move You coo as you stroke my silky skin/my labor of love (Do you like what you see so far?) My mouth is wet and full of spit From not talking and keeping my retorts in my spine Lips pursed together to keep from screaming Sore from disuse; facial muscles have disintegrated Perpetually frowning now, no, nothing's wrong I'm okay, I really am, I am, I am, no, I can't say (But I'm happy because I know you like me this way) Pretty soon all that will be left of me are my lips And my teeth and my tongue and the roof of my mouth The dislocated rest suspended before you Wrapped in high heels & stockings & garter belts My voice and mouth are mine (in case I ever decide to protest But you never liked to hear me talk anyway) I hope you enjoy the rest of me So you can polish & groom the parts on your own The way I know you like 'em-smooth & chic & sleek Feel no pressure to return the favor The pleasure of disassembly is all mine. |
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