Squashed like a rotten fig

fallen down from 

the branch that gave birth

never picked, sweet potential overseen.

Squeezed like a silicone-filled breast

fighting hurtful tension

between the cold plates of

a scary mammogram machine.

Blood drained like a mosquito 

flown onto the heart of a plastic Jesus

convincible screwed to the grill 

of a speeding limousine.

Confused like a psychologist 

after many couch encounters

scientifically restrained in the dark

still, nobody knows what I mean.

*****