Sunday, April 03, 2011


I am looking at myself in the mirror and my skin is cracking like the bottom of a dried-up river bed. A tag of it is loose on my cheekbone, peeling up, and I take hold of the edge of it and pull and a piece the size of a silver dollar comes away in my hand. I see other tags of skin sticking up and I keep grabbing them and peeling. I peel too much and I start to bleed but I think this is not a bad thing.

1 comment:

Meg said...

That dream sounds disturbing-but what a beautiful metaphor, it would be an amazing visual expression. Thank you for sharing.