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Undone Andrea Collins

I

can’t quite fit

in my new skin

Hold

stretch it

for me brother

You

pull it

don’t give up

In (or)

up

trying on

New skin

over

bare

Me you we must always return to the womb where we can try to give her skin back become reborn or stay undone I always try

to do this

for you

I go back to the hospital 1978 Isn’t there an instrument for this type of thing or abortion clinic Too late to let me go 9:11 a.m. back in Fate! or leave me undone or throw the seed of me into the sun soaked soil sow me in a plat of farmland where I’d grow like golden wheat and bake like bare dough Take me back before I began unfolding or crusting I mean crowning or slit down the middle letting butter and her burning hands were on me already I wanted to give this skin back to the sea of fluid in her putrid sac 72

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