She's on her personal, makeshift cat 
 walk -- it's her body 
 against
 the hang-it-on-the-door bedroom mirror, 
 and if she tilts it, 
 she...is...
 better,
 and the carpet is the wonder of ugly...fat...
 beige,
 flat in places,
 bulging in others,
 and she isn't wiry or unique,
 and the belly...just...plain
 sucks,
 but still worse are the thighs --
 wait --
 yes; 
 she could tear her fucking face off
 and live 
 forever
 
 C.A. MacConnell