HUMPS

the binder goes down past my neck

touching the humps that

i

so wish would

go away

but

they wonít.

i push them down

squeeze them so that

they will die from

the pressure

but no

no can do

and so

they stay.

i want them to dissolve

wither like rose petals

and

then fall off.

getting stomped on

as they are turned into a mush

that is splattered on the ground.

the binder slithers

like a snake

finally

covering the humps

and

kind of just kind of

hides them.

but

i know that

they are there

there is no way out

for them

they will be discovered

by my lover.

she will see them

she will see me

the me that i hide

i will have lied

if i let them hide

from her

sight

but

i canít comply

and

so i hide

in fear

of being found out

being told, "to get out."

being told, "your not a man. you lied. why the fuck did you lie?"

and

you wonít understand

most donít

and will just assume

that i am fake

wearing a face

that is a mask.

 

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