Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










I loathe skin

how it sidles over everything

covering it up like a rash

or how it’s spread over everything
like butter

or how it’s like the leather on a couch
or Christmas wrapping

or some sort of alive rubber wetsuit
that hurts if you pinch it

and how it has portholes in it for looking out of

and another hole for putting food in

and holes for inhaling and exhaling

and others for letting excreta or urine
or ejaculate out of

Jesus
the whole thing’s so horrendously descriptive

 

← Mark Waldron