Like a slit in the hood,
a dwarf's eye, the shape
of an eel swimming

sideways; its always

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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