a letter
To the skeleton.
To the cat of the flesh.
The collection of honeycomb cells. Honey skin.
Dirt, acid, paint, fur under the fingernails. Minor bruises.
Snake skin shed.
To your blue veins coming out red.
To cuticles. Melanin. To sinews.
Your heart, which is comprised of twelve silk handmade flowers.
Your photoshopped heart here. Bone.
Cut you open: to the silk purse of your flesh, glossy on the inside.
