Tagged pink

Dermatophagia

I’ve been eating the skin off my hands for as long as I can remember; all-purpose tools, obedient pets, hot and shining when I unwrap them I dip my tongue into the new pink pool of skin my teeth left behind, smooth, fresh; fingerprint broken, I could be unknowable, though I know better than ever…

1:25 (I Saw the Rake)

I saw the rake, and the eaves, dripping water, pink, onto copper, today, the same color of that bra she wore, underneath the tank top, my glass tipped, teeth out, promptly returned cancerous, smiled and forgot my name too, the bearings my heart, outer race divided, balls flying, everywhere, and the burning smell    …