PEELING

Commit to a courtship of investigation.
It’s a thrill: I get you getting me gotcha.
Inside your walls was wallpaper.
Ads for everything. Racist tabloids.
A stack to carry around.
Gold dots and pink shadow flowers.
You told me you were a stone, a silly rock,
a drifting sock - so I'll peel back, 
or hodgepodge something over, 
empty out the Ziploc bags
of  salvaged strips and bark bits, 
glue you down
for now.