My Human Disguise.
Which of these is the impossible object?
I think the bottle, pipe and flowerpot
Are too much victims of serene neglect.
The string isn’t tied with a proper knot.
The opened can and the crumpled up box
Are both containers that don’t come with locks.
Nothing is whole in itself — the heel plate,
The cork, or the sardines someone just ate.
Even the tool (I don’t know what it’s for)
Needs some receptive substances to score.
You think I’m ignoring the obvious,
A crystal globe that’s pierced with pyramids,
An object of reflections marring grids.
The only impossible things are us.
