my revolution wears dirt like lipstick and god d|ess the blood is gorgeous if you'd just get close enough to taste my scrapes under gauze & plaster I fell on the ice again in practical shoes I'm not authentic — just clumsier than you gagamama gold your shoes while I scrape mud from soles we made you my boobs are deadly too suffocation instead of flame I don't need to be a cyborg but I am playing one in bed to be ugly to be human, barely to be grotesque how often must I cut my hair to repair split ends into artifice? once you're heeled you can't control falling more than my feet can change the snow
Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 3 January 2011 (aka my birthday).

Elizabeth, suits the prompt perfectly:)
love the part about being human.
A big happy birthday to you and many more.
Pamela
It does something to my mind. And I like that.
I write notes here…
I like tripping with this…
So cute! Did you ever have to memorize and reitce a poem when you were a kid?I remember we had to pick a Robert Frost poem to reitce in 4th grade.However, at the time I was a little slacker, so I picked the shortest one Fire & Ice! Fire & IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.I didn’t realize at the time how powerful and profound a poem I had chosen. I was too busy being thankful for it’s short 9 lines!
Very cleverly done, from the title right down to the last line. (The last lines are, indeed, my favorite part!)