hand-made

I am unfinished

with only

one coat of paint

I always look

pale and unhealthy

I imagine

that hands that made me

must have been

scratched

with skin like

a sand paper

you have

a soft gaze

that I will

never have

and a clear voice
so different
from the noise
I make

when we lay
in the dark
I can only hope
you can't read
with your fingers
'made in...' label