| We have been known from very start.
Our eye color, our hairline, our jawline,
The shape of our big toe, the tone of
our voice. These things have been
designed from the very beginning.
What kind of music we listen to.
The sort of skirt that looks good.
The sort of cap that fits right. We
have been made to find these things
for ourselves and take them in as ours,
like adopted children: habits, hobbies,
idiosyncrasies, gestures, moods, tastes,
tendencies, worries. We are all these
things. They have been put in us for
good measure.
Perhaps we don't like what we see:
our shapeless hair, our loss of hair,
our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles
too big, our eating habits, our disposition.
We have disclosed these things in secret,
likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks,
our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our
empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy,
our sudden bouts of depression.
Don't worry. Put away your mirrors and
your beauty magazines and your books on
tape. There is someone right here who knows
you more than you do, who is making room
on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is
putting on your favorite record, who is listening
intently to what you have to say, who is standing
there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye
to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space
left uncovered.
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