i sometimes take
three showers
in a day
my skin may be
outrageously dry
but it doesnt feel that way

yes, it feels cracked
itchy
and broken
but it doesnt feel like a months walk through the winters breath
it feels like
your grin ripping me open

so i wash it away
again and again
in hopes ill remove your fingertips
from my back
the depths of my hair
and off of my lips

maybe ill erase your words
so they arent on my eyelids
and my own tongue
could i rub out your scent
like you rubbed your hands
over parts of me that were unsung

to stop your glance from shackling me down
keep your hips from propelling into me
and take your mouths clasp off my ear
so i rinse off the the dirt etched into my bones
along with the fingernail in my shoulder
and the reasons as to why out of all places,

you came *here.