~MIKE CHASAR~
ECHINOIDEA FREDDY
I'm sending you this urchin for a reason, Smoke.
It's a delicate creature,
depending, of course,
on luck and tides and the gulfstream to take it
into warmer waters and settle it down in its purple
and prickly skin
to live a deliberate life
and not have to fake it. What you cannot see—
it was airy and empty and bald when I found it—
are the prickles,
the spines that surround
it,
the force-field of nettles it needs for protection
but which make it appear that almost anything,
regardless of intention,
is bound
to a certain
distance, or pain, or rejection. What you have
in your hands is that which remains, the skeleton
scientists call its "test":
a delicate shell,
an empty chest.
© by Mike Chasar