Spare Parts

SPARE PARTS

Some have said
I have nice legs.
Others have praised
my eyes
hands
ass
even my collar bones

which leaves
a lot left over.
Who am I then?
Someone with nice legs
but little tits.
Someone with a nice ass
but a fat waist.
Someone with a nice smile
but crooked teeth.
(for years it was difficult
to really smile
because of those crooked teeth)
Someone
who wants so desperately
to be liked
she swallows her feelings
again and again
until they sit
like great indigestable stable lumps
of bread dough
in her guts.
This someone
whoever she is
is definitely imperfect
by generalised standards.

She should have
REJECT
stamped on her forehead.
Her malfunctioning
should be diagnosed
as a
"female" problem.
Since the costs
of renovation
far exceed that
of substitution,
when the lies have run out
it's best to get a new model.

What is really me,
the whole thing,
seems to be of value
to no one but me.

\Reprinted from
I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HER NAME...
A COLLECTION OF POEMS
by JACI
Drawings: Ann Aslanidis
Computer Enhancement: Nikki Craft


I Didn't Even Know Her Name

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