Big poem blog

I thought my face was an erroneous post
I thought my nose was an oil-slick coast
I thought my thumb was a rotten plum
I thought my knee was a quicksand hat
I thought my thigh was a weekend rendezvous
I thought my palm was a palm
I thought my throat was meant for a hog
I thought my shins were writing a manifesto
I thought my knuckle was a frog's knuckle
I thought my scalp was a calcified pancake