Jacket

I pinch parted zips and drag them toward one another
Shrugging jagged metal teeth over collar bones which jut from under tight skin
An attempt to hide them from British winter
A forced reunion

My shop-bought skin stinks of the smoke
I drag through my blood
And kick through my teeth
To spend ten minutes alone with you

This is a skin more alive than what I was given at birth
It shouts stories at every set of eyes
Of spilled takeaways
Of cigarette confessions
Of naps on grass
Your temporary shelter
My removable identity