Reveal
Audrey Seah
Naked, without nails.
The polish slips off and
paints my blouse instead.
Under the table,
I turn spit into bleach.
I am looking into another face,
wearing its mouth and chewing the teeth
to bare bloody gums tomorrow.
Split ends bare
across the arc above my eye
and black lines, like commas
blown out of proportion
cannot be tamed.
Withdrawing my hand,
I slip into patches of skin and feel
the veins underneath
pump.
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