I've got one golden thumb
that's worthless,
heavy at high fives

and two corkscrew eyes,
that role around like dice
when I lie.

A heart shaped nose
that I use to seal envelopes
instead of a kiss

and cotton ball lips
soaked with sweat
from your fingertips

My ant farm abdomen,
consuming to the beat
of bodies and waste

Legs with feet, feather up
thickly, like smoke
coming in at first place.