Can I wrap my body in duct tape
closing all orifices,
so that no sound will escape
no I love you’s
or I think you’re so hot
so that no smell,
BO or otherwise,
will assault her nose
so that I can paint
a new face on the tape
to replace my own,
one so beautiful
with delicate high cheekbones
and a pair of full lips
the kind I’ve seen on tv screens
and in magazines?
Chickadee Thoughts 
[…] it in ways. I still write plenty of weird poems and weird titles, I wrote one a few weeks ago, “I Farted in Front of My Crush Last Night”, is the title. So, I still get the weird ones sometimes, but I think the blackout lent itself to a […]