Every day of last week, he transformed
me. Monday, I was ten

-eyed and octopedal.
Tuesday, I had three mustaches,

two of which were across
each cheek. Wednesday put lips

between my eyes, while Thursday
gave me six more arms.

Friday, I had hands in place
of eyebrows and a foot

in place of a nose.
Saturday reduced me to nothing

but all ears. And Sunday,
he wore a blindfold and played

pin the body part
on my blank potato face.

Every day of each week, he puts me
together: mixing

and matching fractions of me
according to his liking.

He loves that I have removable parts.
I love that he doesn’t have to accept me

as a whole.