Expose

Hot
Sheer the skin
       Off
Peel the clothes
                       and all

         Pull it till it

Pricks      
Bleeds

somewhere someone

Fears
              you

home

seduced out today by the sweater-weather:
the stars are wet with cloud
the sun is soft and muted
all shades of green and grey
the asphalt and the trees.
this my home, my land
this, my country