Posted: 19 Dec 2012 11:03 AM PST
[7.14 / December 2012]
It's a risky business, dressing myself.
Now, it's difficult.
I am turning inside out.
I can reach inside and finger
My skin is nothing,
I cannot find the dress that was my mother.
The hobbling platform boots that were my father's shoulders
A carnival panic rises
My skin is nothing.
I can't get everything back inside,
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