My belly button is as deep as a pit
dug all the way from here to China.
It looks dark and scary.
All it does is sit there all day long
staring at my clothes.
When I was little
my tiny button was as small
as a grain of sand.
When I become older
it will be large and it will be wilting.
My belly button is like
an abandoned western town with pieces of lint
blowing by like tumbleweed.
My bellybutton is weak and scraggly.
One day it will disappear
into thin air and never come back.