He thought he would jump out of his skin
but what kind of skin would he then be in?
He thought he was beside himself
but he looked and there was no one else.
He wondered philosophically,
if he is trapped in his own lonely skin,
or is it in that skin that profound solitude may begin?
Is that what it means to be comfortable
in one’s own skin?
And then he pondered, We might as well be
because it’s the only skin we will ever be in.
As an extrovert, he’s concerned about being alone
but he does have an internal phone.
He can call himself and say,
“It’s nice to talk with you today.
You are my one true friend.”
And then his wife said,
“Dear, you are mumbling again.”