I can’t ever fill in the blank
Theres no creative bone in my body
A thin white woman’s
Bones after thirty resort to
Emptying themselves of
And then some
Offshoot of
Milk calcium is given
Theres no hair raised
I’ve waxed and waned
In this shower no hilarity just
Every so often skin like acetate
Every day you floss and it
Still stinks
Every other you wash droplets off
And whole sinks
Are stopped
From inside this our shed
Ive no lasting reflection to make
I am everchangingly fill in the blank
