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when she wakes up in the morning she avoids the looking glass on the wall and she walks around naked because she can with her skin on show and there’s no one to get angry and no one to complain   her birthmarks are the same colour as her areola just like everyone else in her family she brushes her teeth and spits out blue foam and she avoids the mirror mirror hung on the bathroom wall because she knows she’s not the most beautiful of them all so she swaggers back to her bedroom puts on her mascara without a reflection her skin feels nice, smooth beneath her clothes as she slips them on she gets her h

my father is getting older and his skin is like pink latticework that he can no longer see quite so perfectly balancing silver framed glasses so he is able to read I never associated him with the word old not really but it suddenly seems that is all that he can be my father never really liked the slaide until they sang goodbye to jane then they became interesting that’s what he says my father lived in London although you wouldn’t know by the way he talks my fathers worn his feet flat you probably would know by the way he walks my father has dimples in his shoulders those he passed onto me my father is many things

carve yourself beautiful cut yourself a canvas on the skin over your hips the redness of needles past and swiss army knives pat-and-parks a modern mona lisa made for my eyes only covered by cotton clothes and it’s odd that I hope that one day someone will tear away the cotton clothes I wear but it’s a silly dream much like the one where I dream that you’d care