i’m gonna go slip my Skin off to hand wash under the bath faucet
soaps and creams and lathering and rinsing
braid my hair real tight at the nape of its neck,
twist the nerves and stringy bits clung to the backs of its thighs
maybe i could go to work this Sticky and Red and Ugly
            no, probably not, i might scare the kids
            maybe just walk to the liquor store
            i wouldn’t match my I.D. if i wanted a beer, though  
i soak up the steam in the bathroom
rub off some of the toothpaste spit on the mirror 
i can’t stand to get to the elbow creases and stretched stomach right now
let that skin soak
sit on the counter and get something out of my eye with a meaty pink finger