I watch myself make the slightest of changes as I
travel back and forth from home; subtle as a
slight exhalation, a slow expelling of breath
helps me to shed a snakeskin layer of myself,
wriggle out of that extra defense and allow
my naked skin to breathe comfortably.
I rotate my head slowly, lit
hangs from my neck
resting between shoulder blades;
a brazen display of weakness;
presentation of a throat, the tender new skin
offered up. My head hangs
only to rise again;
to look upon the world
through lidded eyes.
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