Mister Captor

He was older than God         Rotty-corpsy old

Continuous plastic surgeries    made him look
like a melted matinee star         I’m sorry he was
the matinee star     but lumpy softy rotty fruit-like

Margaret was there too    We looked at the dress-up closet
together     It was full of perfect things     ‘30s rayon
crepe   pleats   velvet     I considered staying

I considered the maggoty skin of old captor      I decided

against staying       
      I didn’t know what was 

wanted of
us       But nonetheless did 

not like it