Mrs. Crumplebottom

I can’t afford this honesty, 

feels to me like pulling sharp teeth

toe nails bent 

cutting me right into my flesh 

uneasy, you will see me and you‘ll scream 

I‘d rather wear my robes down to the floor 

unless I dream,

where the lower I feel, I reveal more 

and less is everything, 

undressed is everything

bare face brown eyes deep blue let you 

consume all I am until my ribs become see-through 

But no, I have it all figured out 

I‘m a veteran, 

my teeth are for biting 

and my toe nails are battered 

in my chest lives a frugal old lady

who won’t pay me well 

so even if I wanted to, 

I really can’t afford it