I would change
you if I could, make you
look the way I think
you should.

I would shave your
head make your face
grow long and thick
hanging down like the flap
on a fat lady's purse.

You would eat
pretzels all the time
pushing each stick between
your pursed lips
like a rabbit eating cigarettes
chuffing crumbs across
the battered formica.

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