Kerri Shying R # 33 In My Skin

In my Skin

It’s a dulux colour chart of skins

my kin

 I love

from merging with the bookcase

 to flaming out the light meter

all the one mob here

Oh how colossal

the right

that courses through the veins of every total prick

that questions who we are

assimilation

is the kind of turd who smacks you in the mouth

then says

get up you’re bleeding on the carpet

mate

as if, as if, but but

rebuttal

 puzzle pieces whittled by a thumbless monkey

always there and giving pause

that calloused grudge of less proud skins

takes long glance up and hard glance down

and speaks – the iteration of all fear

my fault my loss – a million cracks that lead to country towns

and saloon bars - shame recast to pride offends

generations of debate - I am left here

in one sock, coated with the dust and picking up the chip packets

rounded on with a pointed finger

well you started it

they just can’t get their acts together

go ask the lantana why her flowers

come in varied hues

 bar her if you have to

keep an eye out for those bees

that hang around

don’t spread your toast with honey

either

that mouth best be open

mate

to breathe