Sunday, March 13, 2011

I Strip

I strip
I peel;
layers reveal
pin pricks and pin holes,
sensations and memories,
calendars once hung,
wallpaper once

bare scarred walls,
surfaces uneven
and etched.
A heavy hand
and thick steam,
I strip
I peel,
I patch and
I heal, sanding surfaces
smooth, whitewashing
the past.

I’ll paint
and I’ll texture,
bright colors,
shiny and new,
if only you
don’t look
too close.

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