coma dandelions

in the hallway mirror where i've pretended to dance for voyeurs at Epcot
i model my poorly concealed internal organs unfashionably
nurse an abscess in my mouth
superglued hands eloquently positioned 
my beauty school eyes flicker
for the flighty, excitable hearts of pastel flora
winged eyeliner to hide my ordinary face
i do not want to be late i want to forget my physical body

inspires electronics to self destruct
looks so damaged even in the dim reflection of a fish tank 
coquettishly vulnerable, i tickle my neck with florescent twine to test out their kisses
the hair is counted
its miniature sounds placed inside a single moth to die