Like a slit in the hood,
a dwarf's eye, the shape
of an eel swimming
sideways; its always
troublesome
to describe
the simple things.
When I say "this is
my flaw, my broken skin"
the body is emptied,
the fluid spills out
and dissolves
like salt
against porcelain.
To say "my worry
is splinter, a sting
in my veins" is to know
the primitive,
unqualified words
are the words
that will teach me
how to explain
the truest things.
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