I'm not here to be beautiful.
Amusing notes
fall out of my mouth--
unfolding them, a frustrating process.
There are no near-death experiences
that quite resemble
broken promises, decorative plates
falling from the walls.
I recall, somehow,
that I used to be decorative.
I'm not saying I'm misunderstood.
I think you heard me just fine.
I'm only as unreasonable
as the next customer in line.
I'm not here to be beautiful.
If only I was
on your lips, a dangling
modifier. If only
I was made
in your image.
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