A Week of Words (Mid-Feb 2014)

Last week, I saw two lovers (teenagers)

Crawl out of a beached boat at noon.

I wondered who they were and how they’d met.

Today, I have an abstract cluster of splotches

In the centre of my palm-

I dug my hand into my spoon

When carving out the iced ice cream

I had before my salad.

This week, I grew scales behind my ears

And a textured roughness on my throat.

I looked myself in the eye without makeup

And recognised myself only on the third day.

But I learnt that people will still love you-

Still miss you-

Even with bloodied bumps upon your skin.

They are only surface wounds,

And you are most beautiful under your skin.

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