Uncaulking (A Poem)

Tina Twito
Peeling off my ghostly skin,
shedding like a snake,
this perfect imprint-silicone-
of prints and ridges,
nails and wedding ring.

How smooth the not-white skin,
a little beige, a little pink,
in casting off a prelude death.
Drowned hands restored to light.

Published by Tina Twito

I'm 39, with a wonderful husband (in Iowa), and a daughter who lives in NC with her hubby (love them both!). I write mostly children's stories and poetry (rhyming poetry, traditional poetry, haiku, but mostl...  View profile

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  • Rebecca Caroll11/18/2009

    Ack...been there! Like JL said, it remind me of peeling white glue off fingers in school!

  • Deonils11/17/2009

    busy ... busy! Never a dull moment when Mz. Fix It flexes her muscles and fingers, then writes an excellent poem about it all. Congrats and Shalom

  • J L Carey Jr11/17/2009

    This reminds me of what we use to do with glue when we were kids. &)

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