and everyone wants a piece of me. . .

there's too much to give,
yet so little to be.

I'm just skating on the edge,
and coming of an age-
where my world defined
is crashed a thin,
my face rearranged,
and the itching of skin.

And then there's walls,
or parts of you;
sometimes soaking salts.
rubber cement glue.

mend and aid.

redefine.