We were raised to eat close
to the bone of every animal

brought to our lips—
before that, we singed

their skins and set these out
to ripen. Doesn’t this explain

our melancholy nature?
Every suit that comes back

from the tailor reminds us,
and every filmy garment

into which we slip our arms
before lying down in bed.

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