I bathe in the cashmere moonlight
The daylight fears what it does to me
My skin bouncing off in all direction to match its glory-
No! I will stay here under the worship of so many stars.
I start my day at dusk
So as not to startle the humans.
My body, to me, has all the mouth-watering intensity
Of a bran muffin
I no longer lust after myself
I no longer lust in general
There are only dark fleeting moments of contentment
As I shovel pasta into my temple-
My body is a Burger King deluxe.
There are no arches that I’m proud of.
And how did it get like this
I used to love what I am
And now
My body lies over a sea of ketchup.
I don’t even eat the tomato-y stuff
But I feel like I’m drowning in condiments
I bathe in cashmere moonlight
I take showers with my candles
I filter my image with steamed mirrors
And again I am the goddess I remember.
My curves are smooth, my skin glows
and my eyes have a hollow hallo of light to them.
This is what light skinned Barbies look like
What uncle sam expects of me-
In a steamed mirror
I
Am a patriot for beauty.
In the sunlight
I
Am a martyr for tuna sandwiches with 3 kinds of mustard.