Marvel at how we can
stretch ourselves to fit another’s shape
a once-thick membrane, pulled taut, transparent
taking on a partial silhouette of them.
Partially unformed, we seek the container
for our experiences. Pouring ourselves into
the vessels: four-legged, pyramid, dodecahedron, and then
discharge again. The iridescence of residue remains.
Try on all of the coats that
are palatable to our senses.
Furry, sleek, waterproof, woolen. Sometimes
the arms are too long but we find that there’s a certain
charm to having the sleeves rolled up.
In the process, the form that is us
begins to take shape. Some openings we
cannot fit through anymore.
Some cannot contain us completely
and we spill over, splitting the seams
tearing the membrane.