roses dig stems
ice hot shards of red petal
burrow between my hair follicles,
and strands of electricity
fly from my eyelids.
dragged in dirt under your fingernails
gouge grooves in palms or maple
like the newsprint scattered across forearms
freckles of fascist propaganda
drift patterns below frayed denim
tread on glass pebbles as teeth grip bones, yet soft.
wrap me in saltwater and sandpaper.