Move Over Swan Necks

          and sea turtle throats, 
                    there's a credit card 
          worth of plastic gestating 
in my stomach 
          like a fetus 
                    and I’m licking my lips, 
          hungry with thoughts 
to ensure it goes platinum. 
          I’m the next sexy synthetic 
                    stage in evolution. Goodbye 
          overrated organicity, sun-kissed 
sweat glands. I’m draped 
          in venomous glitter, a jet black 
                    pleather choker, heart gagged 
          with great value 
grocery bags. You can vacuum 
          every sip of air 
                    from my rubber body 
          suit, total eclipse 
of the man. 
          Who could have predicted 
                    the danger 
          in an innocent 
tupperware container? 
          How it’d wiggle its way 
                    inside us, vinyl shards 
          in the womb, vision worms 
pooling the brain, 
          mistakes trapped 
                    in our ruby red 
          flesh, a slow mold, 
pristine new 
          poison. Go ahead
                    and give in, 
          lick the water bottle 
dry, devour 
          the candy wrapper, 
                    delicious sandwich bags dissolving 
          on the tongue like strawberry 
pixie sticks. I’m growing 
          more plastic by the day, 
                    intestinal silicon, cling film rubbing 
          on the pores, fusing 
with evergreen 
          mint chewing gum 
                    and blood-stained 
          toothbrush bristles. 
Let’s look at the positives, 
          we’ll melt grandpa 
                    into a lego, 
          stack him 
onto the other once- 
          biological beings 
                    until they createa beautiful set: 
          dying forests, polluted 
rivers, what happened 
          to the birds again? 
                    Careful 
          every caress 
and it loves you more, 
          finds comfort 
                    in your skin. One day 
          we will all ascend together 
into a beautiful pile 
          of goop. Tears too thick 
to escape, no more sins 
          for our angel 
                    -carved bodies, no more 
          gorgeous decomposition. 
We got something better,
          a whole world 
                    smashed 
          under a fine layer of film, 
one we can finally appreciate.