Poem 385

As you’re no doubt aware, the majority of household dust is shed skin cells …

Dust Is Skin

pale constant drizzles
the rainy day
                          of ourselves
we explode slowly
into the deepest corners
of the house sweep our
own sweet skin
off the table before dinner
     on Sundays gather each other's
body
            with a brush and pan
commit without ceremony
a sea burial
                        into the world