sometimesihatemycat

In the thick stilted air
Of this almost-August
In too many layers
I once needed to wear
My body she’s boiling
From bearing each movement
With swelter-stacked fake skins
We all want to stay there
But
It’s that time again to
Find a weak spot and tear

-me

~ by April on July 12, 2021.

Posted in Body, Death, Identity, Loss, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Dukkha, Future, Heat, Heat Exhaustion, Identity, Impermanence, Layers, No-self, Past, Poetry, Seasons, Self, Shed, Shedding, Skin, Summer