lizard

what’s on my skin concerns everyone,

because they’ll see it. or i think along

those lines my mother was heading, although

not all of my skin, not all the parts of me-

what i mean really is not everyone sees

every part. and i would like them to see the

pain of it at least. people think more of you

when they know you’ve been wounded and

all the wounds i can think of are collective,

bound to tiny needles and mixed inks and

sketched instructions and me pointing to my

thigh and saying “there, ok? right there.”

it’s a shame i don’t care very much about

what people do to me. otherwise i might not

have to pay 120 for something that’s only

going to last until i die.