What I won't do

Don’t you fucking look at me
What.
You’ve never seen a pair of legs
And ten fingernails, pale like seashells?
My nose will smell, my ears will hear
Every night I see the moon
Unless, of course, it won’t be seen
What more will you ask of me?

Winter is cold, summer holds sunshine
And my skin is freckled, forever freckled
The seasons laugh and dance around me
Hands are cold like winter, winter
Hair is sunshine. Summer, summer
Freckles are shit.

Eat my way out of obscurity
As long as food turns over and over
life holds purpose. Mine is a beef sandwich
on rye
on rye on rye on rye but no pickles.

You still look at me.
Why
The street is long, the street is dark
Let your honest feet lead you home
Your eyes are liars if they tell you this is beauty
and
Your mouth a sin stretched wide
Why do you smile, are you a clown?