Because He Won'T Kiss Me Poem by Jess Ellis

one tiny prick
forces the pink & white jelly out of the skin tubing
-my sausage thighs-
it's ok
a wrinkly stubbled dough
folds over
hiding lights
with a belly button

see pieces here
round
and here
small
each leading onto another
sour milk feature all the way up
up to a strawberry-seeded face
syrup-drooping eyes
and lemony teeth

i must resemble a Hanah-Barbara fool
i must resemble melted silly putty

must.
right?