(or spontaneous moles & other beginnings)
so, i have begun to notice new moles & freckles on my arms & back. i can't explain how they got there or when but they are there. it worries me though. i already know very little about this forgotten body but yet it still has the energy to throw new landmarks on my road map skin.
it reminds me of this one blanket i have. i use it every day. & yet i still do not recognize it. i know that it is green & warm & older than the dirt that buried the person i think gave it to me.
everytime i make my bed & spread the blanket out it's like i have never seen it before.
so when i spread my skin out on the bed it's like i have never seen it before.
there are new roads and new cities that weren't on the map. i get lost when i drive on these new dirt roads. i can't seem to find my house i have lived in for over fourteen years. this body is so unforgiving. i give it as much as i can & it only takes, never gives.
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Fragmentation
PoesíaFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
