seussian smile
Do you want me to put it on now, stretch it thin enough (be thin enough) for you to punctuate, penetrate?
I have tried on so many different kinds:
in the dark, in the rain, on a Friday wearing sunburn and unemployment,
on the bus, in the shade, when I'm fired for talking outside the script,
when you ask, when you beg, with a squirrel hiding more than its lunch behind me,
before dawn, at the bank, while waiting to cross the street with an overpriced cup of coffee,
when you bank on a body, confused with mine, all patchworked and removed
you expect, you want, it is your privilege to see it stretch for you.
But I will not,
I could not,
I do not like,
certainly not for you,
in a,
on a,
when I'm—
only, will I
(in fact)
for me.