Everything is falling off of my skin and bones
like dead corpses (are there other types?) in cornfields
that resemble scarecrows
so no one notices.
The little words.
Like the light and the blue that burns my retinas on my iPhone screen.
But I have laser eyes. I’m invincible. I’m a dinosaur never extinct. I’m a
when I’m naked.
Inverse Sampson–the more I put on, the weaker become.
Soldier…who left the war to play the flute
but chose a cello.
Can someone be my music teacher?
Wait, you just play and I’ll dance.
And one by one, the clothes fall.
It’s a springtime dance in autumn.
Because I am always reborn in winter.
Will you take my photograph now?