itch

calm thoughts through burning skin 

I can’t scratch my skin, never mind 
that I can 

stupid pox 

too suddenly, these love songs are very 
profound, and there’s a new clue about melody 
somewhere in the darkness of my mind 
I’m dancing to slow happy hi-life 

there’s itching beneath the hairs on my inner arm 
and it just worsened 
there’s new sadness on my conscience 
it just worsens 

hansen