THE TRUTH
Don’t dress it up
in a bear skin coat,
galoshes. Strap it into
a corset or chaps.
No special garb’s
required. It wants only
to be wading in
a lagoon buck naked
at night, clothes strewn
about the bank.
To be swaddled
in alabaster waters
and draped in silver
light. Wading until
the moon’s milky image
and the body are one.
and the body are one.
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