Anger [Lemonade Poem, Part 3]

If this what you truly want
I can wear her skinover mine
Her hair, over mine her hands as gloves
Her teeth as confetti
Her scalp, a cap her sternum
My bedazzled cane
We can pose for a photograph all three of us
Immortalized you and your perfect girl
I don't know when love became elusive what I
Know is no one I know has it
My father's arms around my mother's neck
Fruit too ripe to eat
I think of lovers as trees growing
To and from one another
Searching for the same light
Why can't you see me? Why can't you see me?
(Why can't you) Why can't you
See me? Everyone else can