I find its lack

of scar tissue
startling and unsettling.
It has no instructions,
and its uses are unclear
to me, although I've heard
whispered intimations
that it might fit comfortably
under the stairs.
It's right in front of me
but its visage is
too strange and
colorful,
too preposterously
bright
for me to grasp.
It's set off my
alarm bells,
because any day now,
I just know
the damned thing
is gonna blow up
in my face.