paranoia in a cafe

I am made of plastic
I disgorge
a pear
a crater
a mouth
an ignoble emptiness
that I cannot find a drawer for

flies circle her head
but ignore mine

my nose cannot find its way back
out of the classifieds

this is my 11th plague
and me
not even Egyptian
but a Jew

serves me right
for my past lives
.as a womanizer.
.in the mob.
.in the Third Reich.