Substitute

You’re in my closet again
trying on my heels
coaxing my jeans to shrink
shrink
to just under
nourished

I have a face for you
glued on
golden fish eyes
a sassy little smack
and a painted
pout

for recognition

you wouldn’t know me otherwise

I drank a tube of toothpaste
a bottle of Kracken
and
coerced my female intuition
into
your rough clutch

you pinched
my finger tips
one-by-one
dressing them in frilly little
dresses

then my neck
choked with the devil’s diamonds

you kneel down
lips to my naked knee
a
soft
kiss of approval

I am ready.