sienna lee

Eat yourself

Outside, it’s a holiday
and in here

my mind
makes the body

eat itself like
a fountain of wax.

I watch more costumes
than Halloween get sewn—

feel myself pile
up against the door—

compress in the walls
like a flesh diamond—

halls and halls
of mirror-mirror—

every me with grit
in the eye—

an unpolished knee—
a blue-grey incisor—

unsanded cartilage
in a stretchmarked room

and only my name
to slurp me back inside.