Furiosa

i do best when backed into a coroner.
i have two fat ducks for fists. i have fists

where my tongues should be, lizard brain
teething, i’m doing just fine. when i think,

i’m happy, i know i’m putting on a good face,
the one no one takes offense to, the one sewn

from goat hair and amaranth, no-name bone
structure. no-name bones. my maiden name

is invertebrate. i scraped myself from my last body
like a partly-rancid papaya. i saved what i could.

my teeth fall out twice a day. once to escape
this burning house. once just for the story.