Jomul7

I have been scratching my back a lot lately

Any kitchen tool has been useful to that end

Spoon, fork, knife, spatula,

if it has teeth or some curve, it’s mine

I would lie on my stomach like when I was a baby

And bake my back under the sun.

I was less and less myself as the days went on

I saw myself on the mirror only to ask

Who was the man staring at me from the mirror

I didn’t like him at all

Shooting him down with verbal bullets

Projecting out of my fiery soul.

My back had grown in volume

I was given the back muscles of a hunchback

But I’d rather die before you see me

hanging by my limbs above Notre Dame

more than muscles, two corns were visible too

and all this time, I thank God for the suga mama

who paid the bills and looked the other way

monsters get mother’s love too.

On the 36^th week, my metamorphosis was finalized

I had the wings of a feathered dinosaur

Dragging by my feet as I walked around my apartment

I was hairy enough to compete with the boogie man for the most hairy monster

And yet I have never felt so much as myself at that time.

This is the story of how I became a celebrity/ rat lab/ human phenomenon

I still had the best  manners at table or when invited

I would indulge in pipe smoking once in awhile

When I didn’t skydrop those who rubbed me the wrong way

So next time you see me walking or flying by

Wave and smile.

Posted at 2:54pm and tagged with: celebrity, identity, monster, personal, poetry, spilled ink, rejectscorner,.