There’s Nothing Good Here

Jacob Gallagher
Staff Writer

Sometimes if you scratch hard enough
dead skin comes off like long ribbons of dried glue
thin little slices just thick enough to distort light
little old lifeless pieces of what-was-once

Sometimes when you wait long enough
you can feel it creeping up your arms like long ribbons of dead skin
that thick heavy weight that bends time and light alike
what-was-once still is no matter how much you scratch