the edge
the very edge
touched by warmth
turn turn the other cheek turn again
fold in.
selvedges that aren’t so neat
brink of senses feeling
a roll of cloth flies open I
cannot gather it all into my arms
that which I can I crumple
crease.
wrap round roll in bind tight
my edge held tight
covered tight
mmmmmistake:
mmmmnow my inside is wrapped around my outside
the selvedge is to stop the unravelling
the edge of the same, the edge of the self
scar tissue isn’t so pretty
best to unwrap, fold flat,
concertina
neat
slip this that other inside, hide
smooth
splitting yet bound
A scalding creature has slipped inside my skin
It threatens to explode scatter out and screams
to be held tight.
or perhaps it is an icy creature
under skin, into ribs
the soft creature deep inside
stretches out a shadow hand
and places it over a left lung high on the ribcage
a thumb touching a sternum
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