ain't the bites like
ants drowning in pepper spray?
do your nostrils perform seizures of
a catalyst's experiment twice worse than
your sister's "idealistic" closet?

darlin', they used to call you
and pull at your curls with
stroking eyes,
beards even haughty with poise.

nips are like ten-folds of
scissor rapes for such a
smudged paper doll like you,

smiling sorrow in the
back of your dimples.