I’m impressionable,
everything affects me,
every look, every feeling,
every kindness,
every carelessness act,
my own and others.

By the end of the day
I’m dimpled like the page of
an old letterpress book,
then gradually in the night,
my flesh expands and
becomes smooth again,
the impressions lift off and
are stored in the basement
of my mind for later consideration
and I wake up to clean, a fresh page