I HAVE NOT BEEN WAITING FOR LUNCH
I have not been waiting for lunch,
just eating the dead skin on my lips.
bare legs under a child’s groin,
those ankles heels and toe knuckles.
are those clouds floating on the ocean?
like a layer of sheep’s shaved fluffy skin.
sheep has two layers of skin:
a fluffy outer layer, and a taught inner layer.
the outer layer doesn’t have nerves, and it splits up into hair thin whites.
the inner layer has nerves, and it’s just like any other pored skins.
my imagination only extends this far without lunch with a belly full of snacks.
I gross. I bored. I type key words on my board. I mean I type words on my key board.
but the second one reads less nicely no.
nicely no, nicely no. Lesley Lo.