Zipper
the zipper catches my dreams in agony again
I wake up
the cruel steel slicing my soft skin
i am awak next to this hairy finger
stabs me pulling against my secret
i cryout looking at the wood ppaneling
oops he says
its is an accident in the halway between dreams between rooms
between im and I
I don undrstand why I am not supposed to look at mine.
not to look at mom is a sin
to tell the truth is a skinned shin
I'm not old enough to ride the zipper
Im snickered once again
today im old enough, no mor potato sacks but I cannot play sax
I'm not lisa to day
who is lisay
comon she says
lets ride the zipper anyways
here we are again and today it is my skin.
or is it sin I wonder.
its ok to be a mermaid she says
its ok to get wet
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