Your summer dress is too big
It slides down over your shoulder
maybe it is just the heat
Float out and stiffen
I can't bear to be in the sun
I can't even bear
Turning up my sleeves
I don't want you to see
all the marks on my skin
I don't even want you to smile
when I say that I am ugly
Tell me how to
break the ice
Your skin becomes coloured
like indians'
and you stare up into the ceiling
my skin stings, burnt red
Your summer dress
tossed on the floor
please pick it up again
We will never come
closer than this anyway
I don't want you to ask
to touch my skin
I don't even want you to see
my body when it is light
So how would we ever be able
to break the ice
Tell me how to
break the ice