epilate/movie

i’m half ripping the hair out of my legs, half watching a movie. about 4 minutes in i notice it’s become 70:30. later it becomes 98/2.

i like focusing on

things.

expanses of skin and lines that don’t end. dots and dots and dots and dots. every sensation and prickle

and moment

of hair that was there and then wasn’t ,

; and catching my breath.

(not) every poem has a meaning.