Can I
itch or scratch away
myself or essence
Memories in
reveal youth
old truths
a new being
Naked
bathed in skin
made for quiet
overlooked
except the sin
just with him
I
Can I
wash clean
in water
new life to end
flowered
carried in winds
black and dull
I
beyond measure
circumstance
happenstance
by birth
disgusting
What was it?
Can I
remove old ache
Wake
not an It
I
What am I?
existence
stripped of me
What is I?
slightly parted mouth
thigh
closed eyes
shut off
away
inside
I
no longer I
Can I
nothing else
recollect
no recollections
and mention
no family
or their ugly child
Pecola
I
Just I
Blue eyes
I knew
Can I?