Every day of last week, he transformed
me. Monday, I was ten
-eyed and octopedal.
Tuesday, I had three mustaches,
two of which were across
each cheek. Wednesday put lips
between my eyes, while Thursday
gave me six more arms.
Friday, I had hands in place
of eyebrows and a foot
in place of a nose.
Saturday reduced me to nothing
but all ears. And Sunday,
he wore a blindfold and played
pin the body part
on my blank potato face.
Every day of each week, he puts me
together: mixing
and matching fractions of me
according to his liking.
He loves that I have removable parts.
I love that he doesn’t have to accept me
as a whole.