blood in the sink
from my knee
for some reason!
scrape off the skin
just one layer each time
could it grow back
any stronger?
Tag: skin
poem: cram your comeuppance
cram your comeuppance
and try something new
stare down your failures
and victories too
rain on my skin, gone much too soon
dust off this axe, maybe strum you a tune
poem: faced with faces, turned-down corners,
faced with faces, turned-down corners,
beauty more or less all skinny; deep
and if we press on further, well who knows what?
we might just keep onto it ’til we’re dead
or bored
or something in between
a needle on the dial that I watch
