I love this poem. It has been with me for the longest time. I didn’t write it, but I’d love to say I did because it is so perfectly accurate. I’ve been losing and finding this yellowish page ripped out of a book for so many years…I just wondered if anyone knew who wrote this.
A dream of rejection
In which you are invited
To only the wrong parties-
& when you arrive
it seems you’ve forgotten your skin
& your mother is there
showing everyone baby pictures.
You still had your skin then!
Why do you feel like an orphan
Wherever you go
They admire your smile,
The white-teeth of your wisecracks,
The apple-red cheeks of your laugh.
How can they know that you cry into your hair
& mop the floor?
That you sweep the rug with your lashes?
That you lick the soles of your lover’s feet
to keep them clean?
You always believe he will leave you.
You are always alone.
Even when he lies over you-
A ship plowing
The iceberg edges of your soul,
You are alone
& only the hunger of being in love
appeases your hunger.
Casting filaments like Whitman’s spiders,
Sending letters to the world on colored paper,
Sending photographs & kisses,
Care packages & carbon copies,
The only skin you have.