I sit on a rock Waiting for My skin to dry. The droplets run Down my back Along my thighs.
I sit on a rock Watching the tide Creep slowly up I’m trying not to hide.
My skin is puckered Like raw chicken flesh With lines and spots
How could I pretend To be something I’m not?
Flesh, meat and bones This is my home. But my body has me So it’s never alone.