The Impulse Purchase

I am G’s sexy PEZ dispense-

her. Open wide, he says, 

 

that sweet. My knees are weak.

 

My knees are knees repeating sing-

song jingle tones to floorboard cracks. 

 

G holds my head. Sharp 

fingers push, he says you all look the same 

 

My jaw-spring creaks. I stare

 

plastic as G tells me all  

the holes he bodies: 

 

 

G fills so many holes that he forgets

to fill himself. He thinks in hole & not

 

hole. When my mouth is open I am not 

hole. You want this, G reminds me, 

 

slicking my cartoon lips, 

 

cheap and precious. I count 

the times I’ve swallowed: 

 

six months learning dislocation, six 

months apprenticing to death, & six

 

white pills that rattle in my skull

to keep me useful. My gullet 

 

is a two-way street. I pump 

up candy. G says open 

 

wide he says snap back the hole 

in your neck he says