If I could shift my flesh
into another's, I would become you,
fold my softnesses
into your shape and carry
your beauty about like a hermit crab.
I would usurp your life,
a changeling child,
old eyes betraying my eerie origins.
I would steep myself
in the love that has come to you.
I would feed myself
on the offerings meant for you,
a stronger chick hatched
from a cuckoo's egg, evicting
the chick of the host, your innocence.
If you have any comments on this poem, Kitty Coles would
be pleased to hear from you.