In the Arms of a Giant

In the Arms of a Giant

Have you ever wanted to
change yourself?
By machine,
magic,
chemical,
mere thought of another?

Their control
or yours?
For the better
or worse,
or is anything
but you
better?

Made my muscles bigger-
features handsomer-
hair styled long-
and cried in the arms of a giant,
who gave it all to me.
As Atlas in a magazine did for millions.

Glisened and gleaned,
and gouged out my eyes
because I could still see myself in them,
and cried again
because I still could not feel
the difference,
even with all this flesh.

Cried in the arms of the giant
who could not change me at all.
Bastard- I love.

-Matthew Koutzun