I Am Willowbrook Mall

I am willowbrook mall
Here is my smile of Starbucks
My ticket stub teeth my
Saliva oozing hot mocha
Skinny-jeaned legs spread wide
Sneakered feet on a skateboard
Sunglassed eyes piercing through
All illusion of cool mine

See my fingers snapping

I am willowbrook mall of
Security and mozzarella sticks
My black-soled shoes coat the stairs
The escalators slicked with sweat
My veins pump skater boys
My tangled intestines remind me
This is my sweat my blood of
Dollar bills and silver coins
I am me

I am willowbrook mall
Of the chewing gum and cigarette smoke
Give me my carnival of fried foods
My gala of piercings
My pageant of silver studs
In my nostrils of perfume
In my fountain eyes
In my ear of chitter chatter pitter patter

I eat dude legit and bro
I am willowbrook mall
All shop all buy all spend
My lips are chapped and dry
My armpits reek of bathroom piss
Look I glitter with diamonds with pearls
My nickname is Miss Fit

Take my skull of silver
My jacket of sewn teenagers
Take my dripping hot mocha
My ribs of hand railings and rust
And leave me for good
Leave me for nothing
Leave me for my twisted sister
Through my gaping wide mouth my
Rotten garbage breath leave me
For my raw untamed hair
Half electric half not
Bathe me with your confusion
This way or the other way
I salute your whining fully
Wanting this wanting that
Never getting anywhere

I am willowbrook mall
My long lost stranger
My non-belonging guest
Shoppers
Come rust with me.