Leopard Skin

I just look down At the hole in the couch Pull with my fingers It's yellow and brown like the new bruise That forms in your mouth Catches a vein And hollows me out Lie still Don't agitate Blue in the neck Red in the face But it feels good to carry your shame And live in the stain-glassed body you made The tries and the false starts Bending our backs to make it stick Piled up report cards Big green checks and leopard skin Drawing on your arm