We peel back skin’s layers

as if caressing a book’s

tissue thin pages,

each bit of viscera



I tell a story

to make myself whole—

so many revisions to go.


In corners,

the old murmur softly,

placing the past

back into an order

extent only in dream,

which none of the young

care to hear.


(May 8, 2018)

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