Pigment

You can blow my straw hat off with windYou can dampen my straw hat with rainYou can smash my straw hat with thunderYou can evenshamelessly cheat meand steal my hat

My mom says to me: Child,on that mountain as big as a herd of elephants,there’s a straw hat that always belongs to youSo when I walk to the big mountainI see the sun thereIt casts a gold net

You can tear my clothes with your teethYou can rip apart my clothes with your handsYou can shred my clothes with a knifeYou can evendestroy themwith your debased actionsMy mom says to me: Child,there’s a suit of clothes that always belongs to youon your strong body.So when I rub my skin,my most beautiful clothing,it stirs up bronze waves