A Mistake We Make to Get Through the Day
That morning, the skin we borrowed
from other creaturesthe skin we wore
to keep our own skin safeturned
back into whatever animals itd come from.
Ladies who lunch were eaten by their furs.
The cowboy regretted his crocodile boots.
All over my body, cows cried.
When I walked, their mouths
on my feet flapped open and shut.
The city with its millions
of smartly clad inhabitants
was loud like a farm is always louder
than you imagine. No ones skin
could keep quiet any longer.
The skins wanted us to know what it is
to be porous.
We crouched low and asked
for their protection. Well tolerate
the talking, well tolerate the flapping,
we will learn to embrace your sudden
jerks and wriggles. Just dont
make us go through this alone.
Our two skins merginggive us that
at least. If our two skins could grow together
one moving toward living, one moving
toward deaththat is what wed have to call
maternity. Well mother each other
back into ferality
a wildness we are too wild to fear.
If our skin should become
much fiercer than the animal its made to contain
could we let ourselves be
worn, shed, worn again?
A form cant contain its loss of shape.
We bleat back at our pleading forms
well let in the light if you keep out the rain.