Let us go to the zoo Irene! Yes I know how
you abhor the cages and the fences that
keep us from having our faces rendered
unknowable by creatures whose names
we have only just learned in Latin.
That’s half the fun though, isn’t it? That
a few metal strips is all that separates us
from a ferocity that only exists in books and
the imagination of a child? We are coddled
in our castles, sinking deeper into our seats,
hiding behind more doors, discovering new ways
to escape from our very selves. Oh yes Irene,
the zoo is quite safe, you are correct. Maybe I will
scale a fence, kiss a tiger on the cheek, pat a
wolf on the head so that I can live it all again.