Magnifying Glass
and I recite her a little Maggie E.
and say “hey, you better love me!”
because I’m everything
to everyone
every mother, father, daughter, son
every dog, cat, and fish
I’m everything damnit!
She still says I’m nothing
my body shakes within me
but I don’t let it show.
I just stare into the almond of hell
from who’s womb I emerged
and the little voices in my head
laugh at me and spit out my eyes
and there’s no stopping the stampede of my cries
and my radioactive shields of steel
melt down and expose my oddly tanned bare silhouette
as I fumble to find my pride
or at least a sheet of some kind
because I’m not used to this whole naked thing.
So I pinch my abs hidden in the flabs of my poor diet with my trembling fingers
hoping, praying, that this is just a dream
but who am I kidding.
And I glance at the clock I forgot was there
and it blinks to the beat of my heart
but I can’t make out the numbers…
give me a break, I left my glasses on the counter!
And the windows blow open
as the breeze floats on in
inviting itself for a little dance with my breast.
Bumps float atop my naked skin as a white paper moves in my direction.
I close my eyes and when I open,
there’s that damn poem, stuck to my chest.
And I can’t help but laugh and say one more time, just for the hell of it…
I’m everything damnit!
Then she shakes me with her ivory skin on my shoulder
and whispers in my ear,
“it’s six thirty, my dear, better wake up… the sun’s almost here.”
And in my grande confusion I look
out my window, whose doors are oddly open,
and watch the warmth bleed into my room
and defeat the goosebumps who had conquered my body.
So I decide to revise my little motto of pride…
well, I haven’t quite come up with one yet.
But when I do, I’ll be sure to bring you on the ride.
‘cos I’m everything damnit…
And I could read this to you over
and over again.
But it’s all just too grande.
Because I’m everything damnit,
and that’s a lot to understand.
And I wonder if I should even bother
telling that to the brother at the top.
He’ll probably just take out his magnifying glass
and get a closer look
at the chick yelling on the ground.
And he goes further and further
into the wired sky.
And the sun behind him leaks
stinging me through the glass.
And the bastard laughs and passes.
I’m just another ant on the “trying to make it” hill.
But down here,
on my trusty skill and pride,
I’m everything.
And I don’t give a whatever whatever they think.
I’ll just say,
Hey, I’m bigger than life down here…
And give a big “fuck you” wink.
‘Cos I’m everything damnit…
‘least that’s what I think.
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