full of anything

Filet my body

On a day when it rains

And lay me outside on my back

Fill all the way up

This course empty shell

Let the water drain down through the cracks

And water gives shape

To a cup or a glove

If you plug holes and fill up the creases

But beware

That someday it may sink to my soul

And begin to dilute all the pieces

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