exposure to the elements

winter was long.
it stretched around my neck
coiled like a telephone cord
tangled, like always.

you can't hide in the summer
like folks do 
it's cold

beneath hooded caves
and layers of secrecy.

hot weather is all kinds of 
naked flesh
damp and unaware.

the first few weeks 
are perhaps
a 'lil bit shy
pale legged
peppered with 
red nicks on ankles

new razor, rusty hands
remembering how
to tend
familiar skinscape

another year