The Skin-Sack

Mina Loy

1882 to 1966

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                                  The skin-sack
In which a wanton duality
Packed
All the completion of my infructuous impulses
Something the shape of a man
To the casual vulgarity of the merely observant
More of a clock-work mechanism
Running down against time
To which I am not paced
          My finger-tips are numb from fretting your hair
A God's door-mat
                                  On the threshold of your mind

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