Andrew Burke

Skin Thin as Paper

One day he wrote a page
a style not his own

sex and a hint of danger
by surprise out of wedlock.

“I hate old skin,” she said.
“There’s no way out of it.”

He thought, part make-up,
part obligation: a thin map,

main character, tangible roots,
recovery, dis/loyalty. Options

blowing in the mind.

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