it's up to you. call my bluff

indelible but inappropriate.
the thick mouth is alien.

consequently, i melt into
the grout.

i look less malnourished in mens
clothing,

id love to be as diego is to a kahlo
dog,

i say.

i hope i am no friendlier to the
chandelier torso

than i am to the shrunken head.

i call you sun, say sun

i

know what i am.