numb, perhaps.

 

immured sentiments leans
uneasy on crossed legs, in
cups and palms; every part sits
as a naked skeleton

as some dates would stay
better not knowing
wake up not knowing
my hands are not free /

for reaching
abandons the old skin,
to catch a glimpse

of what it might feel
to don broken smiles everyday.

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