(Day 1)

when i slough off my skin i find
i am still wearing the sequin dress
from new years eve. somehow
it has not wrinkled. my wrists
are too stiff to bend. i look
wrapped in aluminum foil.
i tell myself once, it looked sexy.
once you were fish scales and
metal. once your back arched a question
and your pockets were always full
of quarters. there’s lipstick under your
eye no you can’t wipe that off no
say your face is full of kisses no
some things do not come
off with soap and water.