You don’t want to ban me from your toilets because of my cock
You ostracize me because I am uglier
But you don’t even know how ugly I am
Without a mirror or your vacant gasps
I can turn my soft cheeks into the rotten lining of a dead goat’s stomach
I can make my smile a vile omen
I can exhale putrid regret
You want to banish me
Because you can’t banish your piss and shit
Because my eyes can see
–when you burst into the restroom–
That you are full of piss and shit
It must be humiliating to try and cover it in layers of chiffon and satin
To look around with those moon eyes,
searching for the ghost that reeks like vomit and hatred.