some half hours I find myself
drowning in the shower
clutching the cross around my neck
like it's the only thing
keeping my head above water
and my scales intact
rolling around in pomegranate seeds
my fingers are slimy slugs
and my veins are so heavy
with a vicious disposition
that hath not faded
through fifty thousand pleasant conversations
and a million forced smiles
that have rightly scarred lines into my face
after every trite summer
biting my peppered tongue in front of your mother
for your sake
it only took me this long
to see I am mostly made of hair
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