Small parts

Sometimes it riles my skin
to think a part
is still
here.

Two years
gone.
His body wrapped in satin
wood
concrete
Earth

I am peeling today.
Sunburned.
I forgot my spf 90.
The flakes fly to his chair.
Where he sat
sunburned
peeling.

Settling in.
Crawling into nubs of peppered upholstery.
Working their way
into
foam.
Encased in wool
wood
air
Earth.
Small parts still here.