And yet.
And a poem wants to live here, at the seam:
Skin contains.
Skin reads.
Skin displays.
Skin mediates.
The gutter
is a skin.
Two pages,
hinged.
A question asked on one side,
answered on another
(later; earlier; out of order; out of sight; not).
You do not need to be watching.
It all keeps its log.
Doesn't it?
And yet.