HUMPS
the binder goes down past my neck
touching the humps that
i
so wish would
go away
but
they won’t.
i push them down
squeeze them so that
they will die from
the pressure
but no
no can do
and so
they stay.
i want them to dissolve
wither like rose petals
and
then fall off.
getting stomped on
as they are turned into a mush
that is splattered on the ground.
the binder slithers
like a snake
finally
covering the humps
and
kind of just kind of
hides them.
but
i know that
they are there
there is no way out
for them
they will be discovered
by my lover.
she will see them
she will see me
the me that i hide
i will have lied
if i let them hide
from her
sight
but
i can’t comply
and
so i hide
in fear
of being found out
being told, "to get out."
being told, "your not a man. you lied. why the fuck did you lie?"
and
you won’t understand
most don’t
and will just assume
that i am fake
wearing a face
that is a mask.