Skin Me

your compliments fall on
deaf ears
like i've fallen
on
and off, the rare occasion.

skin
stretched and flexible
like drumheads
catch my eye, then
i'm off. again.
and you're on (me). again.
figurative & literal
until i'm off. again.

and then
it all happened.
and don't you know that i'm made of numbers?
and numbers define and divide
me
infinitely.
and divide us, infinitely. until
close (always, but never there)
friends argue and fight and
fall
and i drop
a smile, for a fleeting moment
and it's gone. and i'm gone. and i'm
down.

like a first timer asking
"does it hurt?"
before shooting up.
does it
does
it does.