The What

September 1, 2014 § 2 Comments

I am not
this favorite pair of jeans.

When I go, they’ll empty so fast,
the sudden rustle
will smack our faces like an
ice wind.

This skin
is so thin—

a frivolous jacket
loaned to me
by someone I can no longer remember.

"I am Not" (sycamore seeds) - photo by Penina S. Finger

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