play and tell

Playing with black things

that you know you shouldn't have,

because mommy told you.

Selling lips

at a second- hand shop

and pulling it off your face like a tattoo,

pulling it with your skin.

If only things were that

temporary,

that removable

because I would give my life

to peel a few things off,

a few rash decisions

from the surface of my skin

and fling them into the blue 

of an undiscovered sky.