Thursday, January 28, 2016

ratbath - dead skin cells - 2016


maybe the places we are in change what we are 
maybe context rubs off on us the way we leave dead skin cells in the places we frequent 
maybe it leaves its cells on us the same way 
and we just trade back and forth 
until we aren't us or here or there but a new thing altogether 

- a poem by becca uliasz

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