nudity

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if you had a chopping board and i happened to be near you

longing to be sliced into multiple pieces to be sent

to the different you

the real you, false you

from the you learning to talk to the you learning to walk

to the you that crushed me with a baseball bat in high school

and to the you who just entered adulthood.

these yous are rotting in the same time,

revealing the non-existent interior.

in a lyrical poem i wrote before, i said dusk

is like our skin

cuddling our light husk.

and now, stripped of it, we

have yet-to-be-achieved nudity.