pinned into my stomach, the wound
slowly heals, sadly
here in the summertime, a rusted nail
creaks beneath my flesh
scratched along the unnerved skin
this cycle bores me
heat batters the windows
still tired, serene daylight bent
against the encroaching frost
even when it is bright a charcoal
cloud grows and rains falls from
somewhere within
sweating against the inferno of sun
cant wear shirts anymore.

 

from the other flesh

 

***

first published in foam:e

 

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