Two crystalline lines greasy
as donut wrapping paper.
A burn in the septum. Steady and a buzz
allowing in "You're a funny guy."
Yeah, I'm a hoot and a holler
down on all fours --
didn't give a bother
for your husband's naughty bits.
God what a bore
to harsh another's high
I'll thumb my nose, let my freak flag fly.
Your skin doesn't fit my bones
and I don't need to hurt
me and the voices could just die:
"Quiet on set and... Rolling!"
"You've destroyed everything I've built,"
said her foil in shrieking horror.
"Everything you've built?
or everything built around you
by others and not of you?"
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