There’s a girl with a removable face –
Removable veins
Removable parts.

And it’s rumored even still
that she had a removable heart.

Every man wants hers to be his –
To kiss her removable lips –
Removable eyes,
Removable hair,
Removable parts.

She can change her face to suit their niche –
Removable freckles,
Removable dimples,
Removable lashes,
Removable hips,
Removable parts.

But those who want her are far apart
And can’t tell which from dreams and art.

And for me, I’m not as smooth as glass,
My eyes are my eyes, my laugh is my laugh.

Last time I checked my face was set
And everything, for sure, permanent.

Yet
behind her removable –
beautiful –
face,
nothing but nothingness
sits in place.
Because now everyone removes the brain.
I didn’t, and they think I’m insane.

The writers in the paper said
Her “Before” was quite a pity.
But I think that’s stupid, because
“Before” she was quite pretty.