The holy family and other injuries
Tumbling flesh, the distant expression
Of caresses undressed, made wooden
-
Epifania.
Ah, seemed, the name of a woman
Identity frozen
Through twenty-six skins
Pulled back
Each an eyelid on the edge of sleep
-
The display
was almost intimate
It haunted the rivulet
Below the cheek.
I saw other
Women, men
Direct their gaze
As if disconcerted by the blur
Yet I only seemed to see the stir of faces
The pain in every
Human
Hair.
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