"This Woman's Face is Your Future."
"I, too, have hated it.
Something off about the teeth.
Long and long I've studied on its shape--
dumb as domett.
Dulsome as Dallas ditchwater.
Lantern-head, I've said.
Happy horsebag, too bad to bleed.
Just want to iron shut its mouth from hem to hem.
Want to break the nose down to a hawse-hole.
Could I gag it out?
Once gagged, I mean, with long dry coughs of hair.
Could I shudder it with one quick knot to the nape?
Snap it off in my hands?
Old blister pack, old zit.
In my cabin, I'd snag that thing on the first nail,
keep pulling it down and down by the jaw.
Yes, and let them shreds hang lovely in the lamps.
Only then would I give up a while, put on my sea gown,
and rise, beautiful, on the dark decks.