I am here, a wrinkled mass
You press down on me, hot and hard
Your skin on me is a steam roller
Make me flat and smooth.
The fervorous embrace of your flesh
Flattens me into a stiff, starched sheet.
Iron me out, I am so creased
Make me what you will.
Rub your flaming hands on me
Until I am no longer rough.
Burn me with your iron face
Where upon I will become a horizontal plane.