My mirror hates me.
It never lies it shows
my horrible imperfections
at every angle with lights
hard or soft or darkness.
My ankles are fat and my
feet are caveman's feet.
I hear my lover's voice,
"You have a flabby ***".
Your face is wide. You
have tiny eyes. No lips.
No hips, like a boy.
I'm 10 in Daddy's room.
Touch. I remember touch.