The Skin I’m In
all glass and steel and stone,
sharp edges that say,
stay over there;
I refract light,
deflect questions;
no one sees past
opaque windowpanes.
But inside—
but inside—
I am tall, white-barked
birch trees,
birds on branches
trilling lullabies
to their babies:
I am liquid moon
poured into a pond,
crickets crying
in the cattails.
Inside
I am home.
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Arvilla Fee lives in Dayton, Ohio with her husband, three of her five children, and two dogs. She teaches for Clark State College, is the lead poetry editor for October Hill Magazine, and has been published in over 100 magazines. Her three poetry books, The Human Side, This is Life, and Mosaic: A Million Little Pieces are available on Amazon. Arvilla’s life advice: Never travel without snacks. Visit her website and her new magazine: https://soulpoetry7.com/.
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