// the concept
let’s just quit lying
and so are you
and all we want
is to belong
in an embrace
// the first draft
and want most
what our peers
profess they want
// the final
Someone once told me that each time you brush your arm against something, you lose a few skin cells, and your body regenerates new ones.
So, for a year straight, I scrubbed
until my arm was raw,
but I made sure that every last skin cell you touched,
I made sure every trace of your fingerprints on my skin,
I made sure every hint of your breath that had soaked into my skin,
I was tired of wearing you like a bad turtleneck sweater that suffocates and only limits my movement,
and tired of carrying you around like a one hundred pound dumbbell on my shoulders,
so I scrubbed you off,
and I have never felt more
but bare at the same time.
I think you lived on my skin for a little too long, and now I am learning how to live without you,
in the villages of my freckles and little hair follicles,
but I am making my skin, my home,
its no longer yours to own.
Dakota Fanning in The Runaways, 2010.
Alaska, Alaska. I’m gonna be all the way out there, all the way fucking out there. Just on my own. You know, no fucking watch, no map, no axe, no nothing. No nothing. Just be out there. Just be out there in it. You know, big mountains, rivers, sky, game. Just be out there in it, you know? In the wild.