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correspondence with a poet friend, #3

June 18, 2010


The first time you slip into a stranger’s skin,
you will be surprised how normal you feel.
It is more finesse than art. Say, Darling,
I have an idea
, and smile just so.

From inside another body, you will see
more than you have ever seen as a spy
in your own skin. Wouldn’t it be fun
to put yourself under your own surveillance?

Notice how you feel when night comes,
when people go home with their partners
in various stages of undress, rely on the old
habits, the ritual stripping away.
But it is nothing more than garments.
No one believes they are the real skins.

Notice how you react to such waste,
pick up the threads and wind them
around yourself. Notice how you remain
silent. There are no words for what you want to say,
but there are wings within some of these
cocoons. Why not yours?



Here are the letters that lead up to this one:
Beth to Carolee, June 11
Carolee to Beth, June 12
Beth to Carolee, June 13
Carolee to Beth, June 15
Beth to Carolee, June 16

  1. June 18, 2010 9:24 pm

    wow this is a cool way of writing to ur frnd…nice poem:) mind if i add u to my blogroll????

  2. June 19, 2010 5:17 am

    There is much more than the skin- the soul..

  3. June 19, 2010 8:45 am

    thank you. i love this. will wbasap. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  4. Seth permalink
    June 19, 2010 12:34 pm

    well written! I’d like to read the reply Beth ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. June 21, 2010 9:35 am

    and my response!


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