ERICA
RAW
SON
where the unfinished
a
still from a movie
a
form of a bottle
the skin
within a cast
i can grow
a home from
a moment
in time
when
a hand forms
around
the stake its in
and i fall
uncertain
the ground
my feet
hold
its wavy
a ground i'm
beholden
and skin
it's
lifted from skeleton
holding
i wish uncertain
made sense
by
consume
twisted untwisted of
fate
that holds
us
i
wish
every blister made sense
that
matters
like
skin
we're twisted
on frames
soft sheets matter
hard shells
molten on
a shell
upon
upheld feels certain
i wonder
where does your light grow
where does lightness grow
upended like skin
this
certain edge
matters
where do
our roots grow
and how do
they grow
how do
they whisper
how do they
fold and crumble
and
creep
a scaffold
a holdtight
a wonder
like a
bubble
a pocket
a holder
this breath
travel is certain
is certainty felt
our skin
a whisper
a heartfelt
hello
a whisper
our skin
where does our skin grow
breathe