A Cubist Dealbreaker
April 21, 2010 § Leave a comment
But who could love a face
like that? Like a bottom feeding
fish, your eyes attach to one
side of your head (is that the side
or the front? One scenario deems you suitable,
but…) and that flare of nostril
belongs in its own galaxy roped
off with police tape and guarded by
(cerberi?). I support that you want surgery.
It’s just the thought of feeding
you supper through a straw for 6 months
without first seeing at least a rendering
of the outcome sends my anxiety
into a stomach ulcer.