Jiani Gi
After an eight hour sojourn
I reappear / with the skin on
my knee split open as though
I’ve outgrown myself \ too quickly for
stretch marks
to suffice.
I sit atop
a chair. As my father
kneels before me on the floor.
Quickly his arm is on my knee,
is rubbing alcohol.
Ah, no pain I feel in this surprise! I am strong.
I peel the scar \ that \ forms at nine and
eat it, in a dream / at nineteen: if I see eyes like those, I know
\ that \
They want to conquer a different slit in my skin.
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