Our Changing Skins

Once if I remember well
The days were filled with sun and wind
It came to dusk the lights would flicker on
Fortresses of pillows hanging sheets from all the bookshelves
We were kings and queens of our own little lands
Spinning in our changing skins
We’d walk through walls with dizzy heads
Fortune told us angels fear to fly
Secrets that we held inside
Thin the child who wonders why
Wonders why a laugh sounds like a cry
Who wonders why a laugh sounds like a cry
With fraudulent identities
Polaroids and mystery
Smiling faces two dimensionally
Tooth by tooth and leaf by leaf
With other hands and other feet
Our mothers frowned as arms grew out of sleeves
Adulturing was just a thing to be…