Some skins are coarse,
Flat as palms, crinkle-cut and
Corrugated card, the scores of dents
Like lineament of lips;
Firm, taut, somnolent slits.
Yours is soft.
You wear it firm.
Baby’s pinkish, pithy cheek.
For years to come, as card will rot,
The skin you wear is stasis-caught.
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