polymethyl methacrylate by Maia Hillock-Katz (New Mexico)

look. psychedelic perspective. I am euphoric 
scrap metal, acrylic plastic, resin, glass. Melt me. 
mold me into your perfection. Knead bubbles from my 
skin and lumps from my breasts. let slip. a mistake. 
Retinas for pimples, toenails for eyes, lines for 
curves, listen to doo-wop with iron fists 
clamped in belly fat. Chew me like 
tobacco, spit to the ground.

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Scream for stars to brand 
tender skin and eat my 
sardine can torso. 
a saccharine kiss. 
light point of view. I 
am blue marble epoxy, snow 
flake, continuum of mirrors and salt. 
typos in the brain, in the body, dream of 
bookended fairy tales as I crunch to 4/4 time. 
rug burn on rib cage on cold feet, repeat cadence. 
jump to touch bar-standards with your kaleidoscopic 
humor, mesmerizing serenade, a song. flick. punch. 
reject. realize how pincushions make needles 
sharper, not stronger. break your back ov 
er breakfast. this life is no petrichor. 
I am sibilance in solitude, lying 
supine, thermoplastic. Don’t 
let me become pliable 
under this 
extreme 
heat.

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