Rendezvous
When breast plates
of pure China
on the other side of the world
seem more distant
to runners of foul play
swimming with fish
and crackers
peel apart your mind
like fruit untouchable
coincidentally
the bitterness of rot
shriveled you
like a bathtub prune
in your garden of fruits
and speechless Kermits
with no Piggy’s interested
in his grin
when plastic surgery
is no longer superficial
but required by contract
like uniform skirts
in the catholic school you deny
like your appointments at
Planned Parenthood.
You push “eject”
a CD comes out
never to be played again.
