skin

in fact this vein

it shows and scourges it is never

too cold           for blue becomes

it shows! and scrubs the skin clear eyed

freckles and filth this skipped silt

wrapped taut and without warning

blew sky skimmed simply it burst

open it showed every inch and scratch i cried i swear i could do no harm

what i wanted was the sound of “opening”

but every however slammed the opposite

like this stretch of touch slapped out loud

out of place here as if white

ruffles and

black lace were a thing that crawled              

from dirty bugs

however budging however cut with muscles

the shape of a back i swear i swear

who looked with cutting eyes out of this place out

we spill

every time the door is knocked someone gets up

it makes no difference

why the body sways left to right left

to right

left

to right

this front

or around this wind spinning

the body makes hoops

the body curls itself like a catch

the skin a hasp, then a lock

the flesh forwards all and every

the motion       the blood

which is it. the lines the lake the store

or slivered sea.

i can't do this anymore

is what someone thinks

was said.

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june 2015