In His Skin
Pop strips his summer shirt;
tropical summer never suits him.
She imagines
he removes his skin as well;
spreads it on the clothesline.
She wears the skin in his absence.
It fits her well some days;
some days she sinks inside the skin
and it hides her-
an expanding shadow, a basement away from the family.
She wants the hold of the skin,
building a wheelchair ramp or axing the fallen limbs.
Pop does them all.
Summer comes down with a storm
stealing everything off the clothesline.
©All rights are reserved by Kushal Poddar, 2011

















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I can picture this...
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Or maybe he just has b.o.
:+)
(luv ya brudder)
Second thought: Lots of reptilian overtures to this, Ms. Purrr would have enjoyed this.