Souls with Skin

Category: Deconstruct/Reconstruct

  • To become soft

    To become soft

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    Robin Klebba
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    It’s hard to become softNot likeCleansing and perfuming fabric softenerBut likeA meat tenderizerWhich even sounds kinder than it is​I try to makeThis crunchy exoskeletonFuse with an even stouter backboneAnd don armadillo armorWhich the scavengers avoid,Even stench erased​It would be easier to stay this wayThan molt and stretchand be seenThe excess weight is identityAlbeit exhaustingA make-up…

  • Mud Pies

    Mud Pies

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    by

    Robin Klebba
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    When God sat downTo play with dirt,Imagination open-mouth kissed reality.Thus, clay was dusted offAnd named​Yet full completion didn’t comeUntil the entrance of anotherThe second-one​For years I believedHer second formed birth orderMade her just so:SecondaryMade from man and for man​Ah, there was a realmWhere Eve placed firstRecognized for disqualificationWearing a crown of deceitLips apple red​Thus, the…

  • Eye in the Sky

    Eye in the Sky

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    by

    Robin Klebba
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    When you’re taughtthat God is the all seeing eye in the skyas a tactic for behavior and sin modification,it first strikes the fear of hell into youand thenInspires you to get better at hiding.Yet the hiding doesn’t stop at from others,but you also have to hide from yourself.If God knows everything,you can’t let Him know…