Failing to restrain my stares,
eyes pierce her mottled flesh
and I hope she doesn’t notice
my gaze drops to those huge
She seems larger, sadder, less honest than usual
I see through her, see through the dough, the fear, the self
loathing, it gives you away my dear
I see you, I see you, I see you.
Feline, I sit poised to pounce, to bite into
the dough, scream into the dull layers of face.
Leave my pride be, you sad bag of endless flesh
broken life, broken heart, broken goodness.
No trust, no way, neck rolls to chest rolls to bosom
rolls to belly rolls and rolls and rolls of dough.
What must you stuff into your gullet to sustain that massive mountain,
heap of moist, sweating, quivering dough
that has become the carrier of you?
The you of great concern, the mask I despise.
You stutter and shake, answers elusive to the simplest
I see you, I hear you, I know you
I scare you with my quickness, lightness
head cocked to side, I smell your fear,
You lie, and hide behind all of that damned dough,
and I know…..
Something happened to you,
little girl..what did they do to you?
And how did they make you feel shame?
Still hiding behind that dough,
you are not healed
My kitten in your hands…
No, I do not trust…
Move carefully my rubbery sloven prey,
I watch, pace, lumbering sway…
Sinister clown smiles…your skills for survival, deceit,
won’t help you now, I smell you,
I see you, I hear you, I know you.
Welcome to the show.