will they fit me into the photograph?
how will i afford my skin?
she will emulate the look
of the elsewhere.
she will become a connoisseur of
grace in the form of a front lawn.
she will make my face sophisticated.
all those glittering bits of self,
a reflective surface.
once morethis time with feeling:
What is the sum of 8 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.