#1

[styrofork]

The bottom of my face grows harsh
like sandpaper
rough darkness
sharpened stick fortifications
defenses
The top of my head
breadbasket of thoughts
flourishing mind soil, fertile
hairs soft and uniform
electricity
hard bone and pale skin
wide open full-bloom ears
gates uncovered
Why not
why not will my harsh paperface defenses
defend this skull and its content
from hearts below?
mine
and
others