I went to sleep for ten
years. While not awake, I
lost my skin. Registration
logs noted that my skin never
checked out. Lost and
found did not have my skin.
Perhaps my skin was
donated to Goodwill.
I get strange looks
walking down the
boulevard – wondering
who would wear
my skin, Breezes
feel like fiery singes.
Would I recognize a
stranger wearing my skin?
Would I take them out
for coffee and a Danish?
Would I ask for it back, or
gift it to them because
I outgrew that skin and
am getting a replacement.
One, that has softened.
