i am

i am a crack in plaster
a ripple
in two hundred dollar paper

a glisten
falling down a newly porcelained
cheek

stormy puppet
with knotted strings
umbilical scarf

born purple as plum
i hang myself

i am disgrace
bottled
for ease of consumption

the face for radio
in a television world

i am that ruin
that moves everything away
from perfect

i want to be your parasite
forever