Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Rough


Rough


disaffection, 
do not look at my skin
nor touch my lips. 
The exterior that covers
my bones in revelation
needs to be moisturized
with truth.  What are you

seeing in my mirror
this morning?
The ease with which
you deal with your pretentions?

For I am your brother
corrected and already raised.
I have known you over
and over again
as I’ve lived throughout
this city.

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