Ugly

I found my body out back in a dumpster,
strange scrunch of screaming tissues.

I tried to feel it. Frustrations flaked off,
fled into a wisdom of shut eyes.

I tried to whisper reason at it;
it lunged with mirthless laughter.

I groaned as it lashed me with its string
of grotesque demands. I managed

to drown it in dreams, and ate
the bloated remains, let my bodi-
less mind, free of gravity, make
its way to the stars. But the stars

were fat with smirking and I
was plunging into a dumpster as I
grope toward knowing these stars are my body.