come up here, up to the glass. quick, before
someone notices, switch places with me.
yeah, i’ll take a turn roaming the enclosure,
hiding in the back corner. you beautiful,
poor thing. you’re drowning in zoochosis
and they think it’s cute, your catwalk over
and over with dead eyes. baby, i’m a failed
girl. i know what you mean. go get a cup
of dip’n dots, a disemboweled pineapple.
sip, melt all the same, but in the crowd.
this is a great place to be alone in as long
as you can wander all over it. yes, i’m sure
i’ll take a turn. the circus already took
my organs and laid them out on a display
table so they could laugh at the colors.
what’s left? baby, what’s left.