Family Weekend/homecoming
You’re not fooling anyone.
Under that skin lies nothing but yellowed, hollow bone and cotton-candy insulation.
That breath smells of sopping, long-dead cod.
Your sanded-away blemishes, those bursting pustules replaced by already-clotted blood, do not hide
anything. We can still see your sagging, infirmed cheekbones. Everybody can.
The approximation of a face is better, this time, but the eyebrows are all wrong. The jaw is
misaligned. Arms do not bend like that.
Those legs will not go further than this afternoon and we all know that so why do you play pretend?
No one will carry you when this collapses, so
Get back down on your knees and crawl.
That body was not made for walking.