Skin skin
skin,
Leaving in tender sheaves
like layers of pastry from week old baklava.
Some say that we rot
from within,
like old rusty watering tins,
distilling in ripe, peppermint gin
from 1967.
I, however,
seem to think
that appetites reflect current trends
and clinical propaganda
rather than the latest tasty dish,
but who’s to say the initial itch
isn’t from that fermented cream
you force onto it
day after
day
without a thought as to why
it pricks in the first place?
...
From 3/12/06
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