skin crawls,
they say,
but to me it is the brush of insect wings….
Skin
I used to think
the sparks or electricity
from your crush’s casual
brush of skin
was made up, or an exaggeration
to prove a point…
why, when my stomach
is sick….
I cannot, will not ask,
of course, it’s not my business,
but I am curious…..
Others have said it,
and perhaps better
(oh all right, probably)
and others will say it again…
someday the craters in my skin
will collapse like a tiger trap…
The blood blister
under my skin
just shy of my right
pointer knuckle
is gone
I don’t understand
I noticed it when I was fourteen
It had already been there
a while and I just wondered
if it was an eternal bloodstain
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