you tell me that i’m beautiful

but I want to be a skinless thing


shredded pig hanging from a hook


raw and truthful like a final squeal

maddened and lost and welcoming the dark


make me an abattoir instead

the slaughterhouse for ugliness


I am where ugly goes to die


compare me in the wet market

like i’m selling this flesh


watch my thighs in the night

smile at me in the elevator


look at me like i’m on a hook

look at me like i was made for you.

9 January 2016