Scales

I carefully peel petite patches of dead skin from the clothes you wear. In a box, beneath the bags in the back I’ll lay them in rows until they become ready to sew together. I’m waiting for Valentine’s Day to glue them over your air-holes. You can’t shed me serpent.

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