Skinsong, and: Padre Island, December Tenth

110ROCKY MOUNTAIN REVIEW Skinsong Pliable, skin lies there, skin will go anywhere with muscles, feels beautiful, believes herself deep as bones. Skin tells no lies, skin can't keep secrets, skin's a chameleon. Skin feels it all, wears anything, likes to wear nothing. Skin hates extremes, shivers in snow, flushes near fire, skin warms best next to skin. Skin worships the sun, favors bikini straps, skin loves to be exposed. Skin's a soft touch, is ready when you are. Eyes closed, eager to purr, skin never has a headache. Padre Island, December Tenth The man with the topcoat and white hair stares at the Gulf of Mexico fogged in, the water gray as a morning tongue, his back to the dunes, not caring if others have joined him on the beach. Gulls wheel above him cawing their always hunger, spying for whatever he might toss. He is one with the stranded jelly fish, deflating as the tide comes in. Walter Mcdonald Texas Tech University ...