Beauty As A Sliding Scale

from by Artificial Love



i’m not beautiful, i know
at the very least, i’m trying
a faux-femininity
disgraceful and maligned, me
hidden pictures of a man
in a dress and always smiling
a built-in lens, convex
always skewed and not what i see

i try to make do, i pretend i’m you
but you don’t seem so interested
thought i found a way, you’ve nothing to say
guess you’re just weeding out the rest, then

miraculous ideal
flock of birds over the treeline
i’m caught and caged, no space
wingspan crippled, disregarded
having to use metaphors
to articulate the problem
starstruck empty rows of cars
revving endless to abandon

don’t know what to say, given up halfway
you burden my very existence
you threaten to maim, it’s always the same
and all i ask is your acceptance

i know a girl and i know her too well
she says she’s fine, but it never sells
no one ever thinks highly of her kind
and she’s always so hard on himself


from Your Flaming Smile Turns Brown Days Pink, released January 20, 2017



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