Every day, I am searching

for something with maximum

coverage. You say blurs

 imperfections as though this is

some kind of joke. It’s not.

I wholeheartedly believe

in my own magic, the volition

I exercise daily, back and forth

like gum in my mouth. As pink

bodied female. As these peach

parts, spliced and knitted

with the rest of my lungs,

my little bag of secrets. We are

really alike. I mean, we are

practically the same. I am just

a little more flesh, maybe less

of a waterfall. And yet, to

swim in you, to wash off

my girl face, is forever

the ultimate act of captivity.