heartbreak in my skin. i wanted to leave it behind, emerging like a cicada, or a snake. but it doesn't work that way with humans. we can lose a lot of skin, but we're still here, in the same skin, vulnerable to every nuance and catastrophe.  the heartbreak is part of me. the biggest organ, the fragile envelope of my being, the limit and the beginning. heartbreak is the ghost of this time on earth, the thin tearing layer, the biosphere, the eruptive skin between the molten heart and deep space.