My skin is a she and she's in between
Me and the world, the others and me.
She is as shy as a beaten-up teen.
She's as beaten-up as a bar employee
Where hunters drink and lay out skins
On dark wooden tables for patrons to see
Of others like me, of those of my kin —
Without the ones in between skin and me.
Skin
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