Tuesday, December 26, 2006
i've got this scab on my face. i don't know what it was before it was a scab. a mole, maybe. a beauty spot. depends which suburb you're in. whatever it was, something scratched it and turned it into a little knub of blood crowning a little knub of skin, right there on my cheek bone. i don't know how long it's been there or when i started doing this but i keep pulling it off. watching it bleed out and dry up again; locking its doors and barring its goddamn windows.
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I knew this girl who got into a car accident once. She was still digging bits of glass out of her skin five, six years later.
give them out for christmas.
visiting old haunts,
commenting on old posts,
looking for ghosts
and poets
My shadow
shedding skin,
I've been picking
scabs again.
I'm down
digging through
my old muscles
for a clue
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