Flesh can be cut from bone
And re-fitted onto other flesh.
We call this a mask.
We call this terror.
Even in movies, blood and sweat
are liquids of mass destruction,
constantly flowing, constantly infecting
every stark point of life.
May I begin by welcoming
what is dark and damp and hidden
in basements and crotches, anywhere
dark and damp, and what I mean
is let’s not leave what shivers
us out in the cold. Invite it in.
Wear fear like a stretch of someone
else’s skin. Let it be damp.
Let it grow moldy on bone.
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