my kind of love letter

i am planning a genocide
a mass killing of my gender
a bleeding out of the bleeders
til birds sing like gargling
fountain genitalia

take out all the moon-faced
saucered eyes milky girls
with yarn farm hair
'round round glasses

kill all the big eared
spike headed
balder than you are
umbrella girls

murder all the counterfeit
needle nook armed
noose necked girls
with the smoke oozing
from pores too cool
to be anything but fad

so you are left with me
and my scissored up legs
and overly friendly breasts
toe-thumbed reject with
the beauty of a hundred
hidden moths
with state border hips
and a whistling smile.
your vagina toting Hitler
shellfish queen of the massacred