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Each time dressing the body is
reshaped
I've seen you be maybe four additional women
as if sisters sharing a form be taller or thinner
with another blouse have different legs
one slack to another
And whose eyes are you wearing tonight
O those of topaz and thistle
Each night the ocean wraps itself a silver
glowing skin hung with estimated lights
A hawk with canvas wings using them
locates and enfolds a squirrel
There is a flutter The ocean enlarges
A Redtail increases in size
Our skins at night by themselves
or in a bath leave us easy as clothes
Body and sleeves float away cell by cell
Your doubles and I cover each other with legs
and leaves We are interfitted like nesting tables
We breathe soap and starlight
Our shapes alter putting on dreams
We dress for travel My mouth falls open
You sing through your nose
and what shoulders are you wearing
Ah yes those of scapular rhubarb
I see them work as you row
pulling on the night's dark oars
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