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I spent such a long time believing I wasn’t really here
that I effectually was not.
I held onto the skin of others like loose sheets,
wishing to cover myself in them,
to be protected, to hide,
to block out that cool, blue sun
of turgid glory,
I am more penetrated by its waves
(Do you see my aura?)
I used to sink into bath water,
tepid and flat,
afraid to rub off my scabs.
I used to wilt
like bouquets tangled
there are still bags under my eyes
like the soft throats of pigeons,
my deep expels my ink and gravel,
and I ease into myself
I am no longer afraid
to fall asleep
and let the water fill up
to my nose.