The Memorized Body
Who you are, your shape—
The construct of your body—
Is breaking apart,
Becoming a bunch of flakes
Each and ev'ry day.
Your skin will replace itself
Slowly—cell by cell.
In time, this you that you are
Will vanish for the next you.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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