I had a lotta skin in the game of skin.
Being all bone I sat alone.
The night wanted to wrap itself around me tight
maybe choke me like an illmet date, late.
I drew the skin of my teeth too
From the deck full of Ensor grins.
What are we playing for I asked skin at the door.
Cruelty, adultery, usual stakes
Sez Skin, hurry and draw it will soon be dawn.
- Karen Chamisso