my new grey skin

all these rappers need to stop falling in love

i used to have a soundtrack

when i poured quikrete over my head

and painted on war paint

dabbing grey shadow chemicals

into the hard-to-reach places

like the corners of my eyes

and the fat folds around my armpits

there used to be someone here with me

while i stood statue

waiting for it to dry

but now i’m just encased

eyes flitting clicking

back and forth

in my immobilizing armor

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