Starch
I have a plan.
I will eat so much celery that I turn green.
I will castrate myself, grow breasts, big hair,
learn to dance
badly.
Captain Kirk will come, with Spock, Bones,
maybe, someone in red
(who will die soon anyway).
They will rescue me,
take me to their clean world.
Then I won’t have to do laundry.
It’s a small price to pay, my balls,
to never iron again.
C.L.Bledsoe
Posted over on Defenestration
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