1 caul (from qualia)
does it still itch
this skin you were born in
sealed
vacuum-packed
kept in a drawer by the bed
the cap that does not fit yet
you will swim and you
will drown
a hapless Lucky lumbered with baggage
Lucky chained to the end of the
never-ending chain
running
a skinny-dipper out on the town
out on a limb in limbo dancing on the
ropes
bending over backwards down
on your knees to accept this …
this gift … this crown still
scratching
the head pushing through an egg still hatching
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