And the things we keep teach us more about ourselves than about others. Unearthing. Smelling of soil and dust. The secrets we make in dusty places. The hypocracies. The exhibition of broken condoms. The exhibition of torn and marked skin. The specifics of taste and smell, catalogued. Little pins with name tags attached. The spread-eagled mystery of our flesh. The special collection of things that certain people can do for you that no body else has ever replicated.
lovingly secreted. kept in dusty places. Kissed gently, and from a distance so as not to set off the various protective alarms.