Anorak
I wear his shoes, and even sit
On the great whale of his tongue
In a tasteless anorak. Once
I broke a mug, forgetting
His arms were not mine, so why I
Test the waters of the giant is
A secret kept in bone. Perhaps
I believe I’m an old prophet
Trialledin its cathedral mouth,
Or maybe I’m dumb with power
When I wear his watch, or his socks,
And walk an ocean I cannot swim.
