The speaker puts on something expecting fur, but it turns out to be alive—a bear that clings and won’t let go. The dance that follows is both intimate and threatening: its cultured paws tear flesh delicately, then pause as if distracted. The repeated question “What does a half-wed do” suggests a person only partly joined to another, caught in an attachment that wounds but can’t simply be thrown off. The answers are quiet and solitary: keep the wound lush, smile in secret, stay in bed. There is hurt and intimacy here, but also strange tenderness and survival. The closing images of freckles popping like mustard seeds by day and moonlight glossing lake rims by night create a mood of patient, half-hidden transformation—beauty continuing alongside damage.
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When I draped it around myself I found it wasn’t fur it was alive and wouldn’t let go
So I danced with the bear and got to know the lightness and seriousness of its hands
Delicately with cultured paws it tore at my flesh and stopped for some other thought
What does a half-wed do What can a half-wed do
Keep the wound lush Smile in secret Stay in bed
By day freckles pop mustard seeds By night moon glosses grain on lake rims