WHEN YOU GROW UP.
YOUR EYES GET PEELED LIKE ONIONS.

I HAVE BECOME A BOARD.
AN IRONING BOARD.
CARDBOARD.
SOME KIND OF BLANK UN INTRIGUING
BORD.
ALL THAT I AM MY FACE MY BREASTS MY LAUGH MY TASTES
ALL FLATTENED
IN TO A BOARD THAT HAS YOUR NAME ENGRAVED.

I SEE YOU AND YOUR HUNGRY EYES I SEE MY REFLECTION TELL ME.

I KNOW YOU ARE BORD.