How I Became Exquisite

I let Misery have one
right in the stomach. (Not
the actual organ itself,
but the place on his body
where the stomach is under.)
He folded over and fell
to the peanut-shell-strewn floor, and I,
having punched out Misery,
relieved myself of my mortal clothes
and draped me in a robe of magenta.
I assumed a new way of walking
that signalled my importance,
I mean, I got really robust,
and glided through the streets,
my head on an ivory-encrusted tray
approaching stray orphans
and offering them some.