Ayu-pan

ayu-pan

fake pout lips and white
virgin eyes
epitome of me enclosed

into you live the fantasies
write your own songs, stand
on too-tall platform
boots your eyes, the

flap, the lid, a new lizard
flicking its tongue the littleness
of your body, your
hand held by men in

tattoos, suits, funky torn
jeans, sneakers your

panda eyes, the lids more
awake than last year, you
goddess
feeling the rhythm
of the hopelessly unhip

cool came here to die