The Effects of Skin

Losing tissue, I fold
Into bandages

Clipped and
Contained in my plastic

Wrapping
You arrive and say

Can I touch
Does it hurt when I touch

Does it
But to breathe through

Skin, piece together
Windchimes

My baby
Bones cry to be held

Long
Into the night

When the click
And sighs of machines

Sing

Piecing us into a
Careful covering

You wear
Normalcy like biding time

Here
Where recovery sleeps