Kavita A. Jindal
One a penny, two a penny
Watch this skin
I’m in.
I could shuck it off.
Present it to a young boy
to surf in.
I could scrawl Ripcurl on it.
Watch as I wear
my other skin
the one that doesn’t swim
but is carried around in the
bottomless changing bag.
Both skins are rudders
guiding those with eyes
Whichever box you put me in
one skin approves
the other defies.