and blacken my tongue,
and having my lungs squeeze closed
is so very fun.
Not to mention my other sad,
defenseless things,
that are twisting and churning
and bursting their seams!
It’s just a matter of time,
of course,
before I’m turned into
a liquefied corpse.
I can feel my liver wither
inside my quivering skin,
my spleen is now rotting
as it begins
to drip down my neck
and happily right into my ear -
(is it done, yet?)
I can still hear her sigh,
“Sit still, don’t squirm!”
while the sadist patiently applies
my Toni home perm.
* Creating a long-lasting curl has been a universal quest for women possibly since the Garden of Eden. Once hair treatment chemicals were formulated to be safe enough for home use in the 50’s, Toni dominated the home permanent market. Regardless of how beautiful and smooth the luscious locks of beauties smiling confidently from the Toni box, actual results were often tragically less.
