Skin as our Robe

Does the child inside you delight in the costume that you now put on?

Does your cape make you into a villain or a hero?

Does your mask demand love or distrust of yourself, of others?

Do your shoes say “you cannot put me in a corner”?

How small we once were

Our old costumes no longer fit us

May we all parade nakedly with no disguise, no division

Skin as our universal robe