i'd like to say clothes
bones
blood
my heart
my eyes
sockets
people
the world i live in
the floor
the tiles in my bathroom
my bed
my sheets
my necklace
my earings
my rings
my dermatologist
face cream
my fingers
when i hide my face in them
cowering in shame
the dirt between my nails
but in the vast emptiness
i people
with the many mes
i feel nothing
feelings are created
take them out of the mix
and you r
an object with skin
close to nothing
siva?
Note: 'World famous' poet siva's exercise. the idea: write a poem about something, someone, somewhatever that's closest to your skin.
