It's my defect, I say, my flaw.
"Don't worry, there's only a little."
You say, my hands in your hair, my nails are rather brittle.
"It's completely legal. We're abiding by the law".
You know, I say, they used to be bright red,
And if you lift my dress-
There you would have: my own man-made mess.
"Nonetheless. They don't matter to me. Come back to bed."
And I say, no, I think not,
I should be in therapy, looking at a Rorschach chart
Should be in a gallery, admiring the figurative art.
I don't need you, I am the kettle, and you are the ***