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?
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