Raincheck Renewed | poems

Watch this skin

I'm in.

I could shuck it off.

Present it to a young boy

to surf in.

I could scrawl 'Ripcurl' on it.

Watch as I wear

my other skin

the one that doesn't swim
but is carried around in the bottomless changing bag.

Both skins are rudders
guiding those with eyes

Whichever box you put me in

one skin approves

the other defies.

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