sensitive skin

“sticks and stones will break my bones but words can never hurt me.”

Then why do I fight back the tears.
My coverings thrown to the floor.
Feared to soil the furniture I am stunned stupid with insulted hurt.
Underwear repair
Ear waxed battery change
Up down flat bump
Sound SOUND
I cry inside
Chickadees for consolation
Pat on to the back forgiveness.
Leave my skin at the door next time.
My sensitive skin.

Dead deer afternoon road kill
crows dive bombing
the ripped flesh belly
flashing warm red in the yellow autumn road side grass

New Home Body

New hotel home
Winter gray sky
Rental radio car singing springsteen
My home town
Neebing lunch past our homestead
via little Norway by paipoonge
Along the slate river winding
Under and through the magnificent sky
Watercolour steel blue
Yellow white gold grass
Dry brush bush gravel road
Winners stop
A & P food shop
Window on the world
Hydro posts and metal roof tops
Steel buildings and
Gravestones
Barren winter tree close up
Berries dripping cold and hard from the branches still
Beautiful barren winter tree
Close up close to me