I wonder, is there any beauty left.
Have I retained any idolatry.
You peeled off of me
each disappointing aspect
layer by layer
and held them to the light.
See this? you said, This is your mental illness
and this? This is how you fuck in bed
and this piece? You don’t smoke
and this? You don’t drink.
Each layer pulled off like onion skin
Is there any beauty left?