hex
like morning
your dew on the bedsheets
my flesh blooms peonies
hex me unrecognizable,
invisible even to a lover
I will disappear myself
until I can smell the night
again, clean myself with
dirt like a bluebird
shed this skin
in stop-motion, bleed
one drop at a time
Rebecca Kokitus is a poet living and writing in the Philadelphia suburbs. She is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee, and the author of three poetry chapbooks. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram at @rxbxcca_anna.
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