I'm looking
for someone
to shred away
the skin
as if it were flaky
porcelain,
to pull out the tender
flesh below,
the rarest of reddened
sinews,
and bring the neglected insides
to the top
like a man wearing his
tissues
tendons and bones as
his mask.
A glorious man of being.
An early poem from around 1992
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