My ostentatious limbs churn
As if to fashion cream of air
Substance of translucency
Costumed amongst transients
I slip between reels of neon
A cunning starlet underfed
To seduce the archaeologists
Lovers of bone and ruination
Until I am thin
I shall not dress to define,
I shall not dress at all
A dimpled moon rotating stoically
In an onerous black cloak
I shall employ only enormity
To disguise, to disguise
The truth of my loneliness
Perfection is so bony,
So sharp
A pair of trousers woven
Of a solitary thread
mindlovemisery 