Identity
Posted by Marion Smallwood | Filed under Poetry, Print
i am
fading
awkwardly
along
the edges
like
kindergarten
breath
stuck to
window-shaped
nothing.
your
fingerprint
is in the
middle
of me,
sopping up
everything
like
a brand new
rag.
i am
still
sort of
foggy
and worn,
awkward
and
melting.
just
finish
already
and
rub me
off
clean.
