instructions for low self esteem days
I know you.
You talk an awful lot like me
but your face says things
like ugly and fat
and slovenly and stupid.
I don't like you very much.
I think i will throw you in the river.
I know you.
Your hands look a lot like mine
but they do ugly things.
Like scraping and scratching
and hitting. And building walls.
I don't like you very much.
I think I will drop you from the bridge.
I know you.
Your feet feel like mine
but they carry me places
I don't want to go.
like down to hell and into sleazy bars.
I don't like you at all.
I think i will make a hatrack out of you
and give you to someone
I don't like very much.
I know you.
You look an awful lot like me, but
your mouth is full of beauty
your hands pet me gently
your feet take me to parks and seashores.
you are my field full of wheat,
my gibbous moon, my bullet train.
I like you very much indeed.
I think I will sleep beside you,
sneak into all of your basements,
learn how to wear you, lovely new skin.
—ksf, 9/8/99