Roadkill

                                                                Serpent tongues
swaddle girls like me,
hissing venomous gibberish  for
rebuffing the thought of belly becoming coop.
I sculpt shoulders  that carry fields worth of cotton;
catapult arms launching stonewall rage,
lasering eyes, sifting crowds for violin waists;
tossing breasts into blender garments,
forging husky morning tones over phone lines,
landscaping hair and fingernails to midget form;
pistoling fingers making pussies rise like sky lanterns.
Who wants a ragdoll, sprawling out on both sides of the road?
They see me as tittyless carcass
getting in the way of traffic.
Survival conjuring reinvention of self.
I unearth
the potential of diaper-wearing men;
wrapping self in skirts and dresses tight
like clenching assholes.
Allowing rifle to shoot load
into stainless pussy.
I prepare my stomach,
for cramming,
after the crippling.