the mirror never lies
hair blown in all kinds of directions
by a storm i encountered
in my dreamscape vivid scenes
of piss-soaked nasty white tile bathroom floors
mouth open one guy after the other
perched above me strong enough
to wake me an hour before
my alarm would go off
lines of sleep pressed into my face
a sign that what i see before me
is real but i don’t see it
i see a girl pleading
from beyond at a fat boy
to let her take control of
the body the two share
against the other i know
who would win in a fight
the girl who was ignored
for nineteen years too much given
to mexican men gone unappreciated
eres una puta desgraciada! he screams
watching as his skin grows
on the chest and shrinks
where he doesn’t have much
anyways tengo una cita
el diez de octubre y quiero verte ahí
hazlo por mi por nosotros
por la cosa que nos está mirando
and where do i belong?
between the two i still don’t know
where to go when i need a prayer
in the morning to protect a double life