-blurred girls and boys
you are the stars of this indecipherable affection
[such dark glamour, like the smoky corner of a bar in 1928]-
in some places, raindrops fall lightly
manifesting as sound on the surfaces of leaves
but here,
in the wastes of your veins,
there is nothing green and growing
and so the waters dare not approach.
there are thin crusts of sweat on your skin
(let it shatter, and reveal you naked beneath)
it obscures the small tattoos
and the gnarled scars [such a fascination with nudity, but never your own]
this is (or was?) your life,
one
moment
at
a
time
stationary,
but contorted anew after every
blink.
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