so cold such purple toes I've never seen
smoke from your mouth but
I've seen other things and now
I see nothing at all not even your
bland brown eyes I only write
about beautiful people
turns out beauty lives temporarily in
crooked cursive letters
not half as long as I expected
abstaining from eye contact that dreadful 10
seconds
there are needles in my eyes
like the tips of silver icicles in winter dripping slowly down my spine
I love winter like gold
full on cleansing
running in the snow in a tank-top and snow boots and jeans
I believe there there is life hiding in me
sometimes I am ridiculously empty but

wasting time has never been my thing

If you could see the inside of a person

they would look rather congealed and drippy

but.....
metaphorically much different than who they are on the outside.

You know,

the skin part throws us all off to inner beauty
and their desires and needs and vulnerabilities.

However, personally....

I'll take the heads with teeth in their mouths and skin on
their faces.
Hopefully they have enough brains in their skulls
(and not falling all over the ground)
to spill their own guts over a drink (several, if they insist)
without me having to see them instead.

Fairly certain
the epic distraction of their viscera
would sincerely disparage what they were attempting to convey anyhow.