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Skin Rind
Skin Rind
Fae Sapsford
Contents
Skin Rind 5
My body is not a temple
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A Naturalists Guide to Capturing Elusive Animals 9
Freshers Week Is 10
A Chronology 12
Thomas in 14 Lines 16
Wallow 17
Xeno 19
Illustrations
Marble Boy 7
Elbow Beach 8
Cacti 8
Scraps Collage 10
Garlic Boy 12
Belly Laugh 14
Shaded Clearing 18
Skin Rind
Crescent moon thumbnail
picking into dimpled flesh
centre excavated, exposing
delicious light pink wetness,
citrus zeal effervesces;
little, tough sinew
stays wedged inside
between thumb and thumbnail,
slivered skin rind.
Cantaloupe armor dressed
in leopard print
teeth bore through to taste the
fruit within
skin all sucked purple
by my lips
and the meat rounded in my
fingers like a prayer bead;
scoop out the pulp with a
tongue, spit out the seeds.
Halve the fruit
to saturate yourself with
the golden liquid inside; get sticky
juice on your fingers and cheeks,
peel off and compost
the thick skin rind.
Freshers Week Is
A night out with people you barely know,
dancing dizzy, skinny spinning,
all midriff show; cheapskate too
stingy to check a coat we are queens these nights,
first time connoisseurs of sensation and aesthetic;
delight in that tiny feeling:
the sticking the unsticking of
crop top cotton to the skin of my back
with sweat my purse an almanac of this time,
and I, coy coquette; my receipts
chronicling adventures unfinished as of yet.
This is Georgias face in the strobe lights flash,
fragments of her doing her dance,
and Nick watching his feet, and his
head snapping up again, beaming, to the beat.
Its permanent marker on my arm
proclaiming me an honorary member of Hugh Stewart hall and Broadgate late eats; nutella toast at 2am,
then propping up my tired feet.
Its collapsing into hysterics and swapping
slang full hot and plastered and sloshed,
pulling boys and causing disasters,
and when its time for a nosh,
putting all the food you have left
between bread, calling it dinner,
and going ahead.
It is a million faces, the ones you draw
in art soc, the ones you smile at
for nervousness, the ones you will never
see again its being completely free.
Freshers week is going for the double shot of vodka,
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A Chronology
1. You and your shit haircut,
and warm blue coat, next to me
on low railing in parking lot top floor alone.
It became our spot, with your camera
on slow shutter stop, that makes headlights
look more like laser beams, in one image,
capturing many moments,
and pressing your lips into me.
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Wallow
Knee deep in mud - then a splash
and from waist down Im encased
in a begriming, cleansing bath.
Savannah sun encrusts my back,
hackles sheathed in grey cottage cheese
that calcifies and begins to crack bedroom this warthogs wallow;
bedclothes, pleasantly cool, swallow
my body whole.
I wish I could lie forever in this
watering hole, until it doesnt feel
like Im underwater anymore,
until days blur and feeling numbs
from never rubbing off any of this mud,
just rolling and clogging my pores until
Im stuck in up to tusks and horns.
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