in between

Faces by Neil Krug

one foot in the ocean, through velvet hills, and one on land, on the banks of some bluish shore. I break along the lines of my skin and settle here and there where I can’t see. a cracked body of clay, dry eyes. I distribute the pieces among the natives. useless hands and a tongue of stone. thread hairs in someone else’s mouth.

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