To Spanx or Not To Spanx

My thoughts have become form-fitting

But they’ve formed into daggers and I’ve become a smittenkitten

It's as though my mind is matetrained

boybrain tragedies and domesticated dreams

Like I’m fitting sitting but never fitting, always watching more interesting lives unfold in front of

me

I extend myself just to experience the trust-sting

The poisons carpool soft beneath the shades

And here I sit, my heart extending a beautifully bittersweet sittingsong

I wish I had a raygun but I only have these spanx

A kittenclaw forcing it's outline, casting shadows on the seams

And I’m smithsmitten by this kitten’s smith, trying to look away but eyes drawn like magnets

Will I be rescued by that songbird?

Meet me in the pool house where we can roll out our secrets

Look for the birdhouse from which these sacred songs were birthed

I would defer to the braintrust but they would probably refer me to a gunsmith

The trainedform is now reborn, veil dropped, our guts express our love

And like a stingray, I swim, I glide, I float, I fly

Yet chained to this life like a houseboy

Love that grips like spanx, this empty room, the housemate I'll never lose.

Tonight's Prompt: We made a word list and each word has to be a compound word starting with the last half of the word before. The subject of the poem started as "Spanx" and then was updated to "Killer Spanx" but I'm not sure we really got to that updated version.

This is the wordlist: CARPOOL POOLHOUSE HOUSEMATE MATETRAINED TRAINEDFORM FORM-FITTING FITTINGSITTING SITTINGSONG SONGBIRD BIRDHOUSE HOUSEBOY BOYBRAIN BRAINTRUST TRUST-STING STINGRAY RAYGUN GUNSMITH SMITHSMITTEN SMITTENKITTEN KITTENCLAW

Written by @MeeJong, @Ledlevee, and @DaveK.