Crust Scratching it into the air like jazz Little localized snowfalls Sweep away with a hood enveloping Or a shirt removed Or a colorful rib-crushing embrace Demonstrated obnoxiously to indicate Something’s off about this one Open a shoebox to find gloves instead Meanwhile, fingers inspect relentless Hair become chitin Or hair becoming chitin A patch cleverly obscured mid-chest Like the heart itself decayed, Dehydrated, dessicated, Flaking apart, desolate, Desperate for a drop of oil Able to varnish all surfaces Able to loose every joint squeaking Able to rise quickly without falling Punch down to deflate me Swallowing up your hands Flour spreading through cracks Try lotion to uncure skin, fail Let it grow upon you