Lumerian

I hate my face, framed & cherubic
Fate-eyed, a thousand lifetimes
Reflected on the lachrymose coated
Almonds not yet ripe
Dreamy-dazed, girlhood poster child
Fractured
Dollar store tee worn threadbare
A heart in hiding, livid
Frizzy-risen, tentacled towheaded dolly
I have an extraterrestrial toe,
Taller than the rest, proof
Of my out-of-orbit true residence
Because these mildew-encrusted
Ceiling tiles don’t cut it
To house a mnemonic mystic
I plan to shorten the galactic strings
To blend in better
Peach scrub a smile on, fill it in
With botanical lip oil
Mission control, behavior aborted
Beam me up in the glow of the bug light
Make me love the receptacle
Shrieking, stretched over
The multidimensions that it veils