You know I could've been in pictures.
               sham pretty enough, Can point my mouth
                              can cry and **** and come on cue
                                        would've gotten my **** out
                               didn't mind if that's what it took.
I make a composite of all the bits of me
to get work. My hair  My perfect ***
my exposed midriff and inny
the times my eyes made it
                      I hate all of these things on their own
   but when stitched together they make a clean girl
                  who knows the bad muscle ache of work
I miss the bits that were never returned though
and I know you kept mementos
of the nights you dismantled
and reassembled me in your image
                               always leaving something out
                                always swapping me out and
                                   swallowing for safekeeping
give them back, I scream at people
who I know, know you too
give them back