Exposure

The watch comes off and leaves a ghost behind,

a band of winter trapped against the wrist.

I missed a spot with the spray-on screen

and now the red is angry, tight, and pissed.

It’s a sharp divide, a border in the meat,

between the girl who sat out in the glare

and the pale, soft thing that hides beneath the heat,

the part of me I didn’t think was there.