The inhabitants of the tundra
Are structurally sound

In fact they pass
Godless into window displays

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
Has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
By your gracious excess

Here, take this too

At times the folds of your skin
Shimmer like oil slicks

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
Has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
By your gracious excess

Here, take this too