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.