Wednesday, August 23, 2017

wifebeater

opening and blinking
hum my face
unafraid I bleach
glisten in soft-focus

born under
a light without memory
I flail, hiss
haven’t seen my feet
in years

Black sequins reflect the lilac sky
almost-black stretched fear
specific and eternal

You have to imagine
But no, I don’t

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