Keratotomy
Breathing isn’t what
it used to be. When,
youth carried me
everywhere, and
the sails never
got tired.
But, now
I’ve got an itch
under my
fingernails, that
has my skin
all hot and bothered.
I’d give it a name,
but you don’t deserve
the reprieve:
leave this where
you found me,
and pretend
my clothes look better
now than the day
I was born.
To wear
that suit,
always felt
like stealing.
