“Oh skin! What a cloth to live in. We are not at the end of things.” – Deborah Landau, “The Wedding Party”
Nikki changed her skin yesterday and I almost missed her when she picked me up at the airport. How was I to know she had taken a purple cast, and bright orange hair, to boot? The hair was a bonus, she told me. Something about that the hair came with the skin change Groupon.
I wanted to tell her I missed the old Nikki. The cocoa-skinned girl with dark curly hair that I met in the dorms freshman year. I wanted to tell her about how her skin changes seem to have changed her on the inside. That she had seemed more impatient, more intolerant, more into herself, if you know what I mean.
But I didn’t say anything.
The last time I mentioned anything about her being in a mood after a skin change she nearly bit off my head with her crocodile jaws – figuratively, of course. They haven’t started grafting body parts yet. So far, only the skin can be changed.