Just before it happens,
does the snake look forward
with relief, or feel vulnerable
to some strange force?
and when it’s happened,
is there a feeling of new freedom -
that’s got rid of that worn out thing,
so battered, scratched, dry, and cut?
I look in the shaving mirror
envying the snake
with no mirror, to which to sadly say
oh sss*** – it’s much the same..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I had to laugh when I read this...when I think of what some women pay to get rid of the old and have a new skin...and then to find out that YOU want one too! ! Oh, well, the secret is...just don't look in a mirror!