The Peel Poem by Alyssa Rieper

The Peel



There is a chance that the ivory flesh will tint
bronze under rays of sunlight
and pink under flirting glances

It folds and bends where the jointed scaffolds are buried
the roughest parts are justified
by the wear of gravel and fabric

Lithe with life and memory
each finger in labyrinthine lines
have coaxed the surfaces of pillow cases, flower thistles,
Onion peels, bobby pins, paperbacks, spit puddles, theater chairs,
Pine bark, white sand, puzzles, grave stones, opal,
Mice, rice, jeans, jacks, grain, grapes
Ears, hair,
and skin

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