And if We’re Beautiful it’s only Because We’re Wrong


What if a window described what it saw
Ignoring its transparent crux
Chronicling conventionalism
With confident wit
To contradict
Divergent gawkers?
I am a pale
Discovered through loathsome
Drizzled onto vertebrae
Spread tight
Like a dignitary’s
Secret fetish.

And humans conceived
A paper bag test.
And men chewed peppers
And sold the regurgitated paste
As a gourmet lynching
For processed taste buds.
I only fear them
Because they don’t care.

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