-dust is skin-

the proof’s been around a long time.

dead skin sheds from our living bodies

drifting downward

forming film across the end tables.

the mild breeze wafting 
through open summer windows

present particles of dead skin which dance through the air

like speckled spittle expelled with a sneeze.

we’re disgusting.

we’re no longer in a position

to criticize the dog's self-licking

save for the tongue-slapping sounds of outrageous lapping.

let’s love one another

now that we’ve inhaled the spent flesh of our neighbors,

after we've vacuumed the remnants of an annoying company
from the living room rugs.