underneath that tin

Just say it, she says
say it and wait. It will come.
Ready for something.

***

You won't do for me.
So easily decided,
she said to herself.

***

Underneath that tin,
and that charming toothy grin,
you've got naught but talk.

***

Underneath your ribs,
behind your submarine fibs
there is little might.

***

Underneath my skin,
no matter what form I'm in,
there find something new--