Day 1 of 30

Water beads on my skin

Almost as when it tries

To escape the body

I want to peel away certain layers

And whisk curtain airs through me

Taking with it only iron

Or only calcium

Or only water

I would watch myself crumble

Would I wash this much

If I knew my skin?

Would I fumble soap suds 

If in this body I was safe?

How about I pick certain trails

And run along the streams

Stopping only for hills of iron

And calcium

And carbon

I would watch myself stumble here

Here I tumble into the drain

Unaware of courtesy

Of permanency

Or What at all 

Is in me