I wear it as

a bedspread inside the house and a cloak outside of the house, though that is rarely. On my bed, yes. It is heavy, like myself, prone to animal fits of seizure, it gathers dust and collects dreams. A magnificent bearskin. Probably 100 years old. Back from days when the CA grizzly bear still loped the land, eating beasts and honey and bugs. It is my magnificent skin. I have great plans for it. I want to wear it as a cloak in my driveway in front of my garage with the car headlights on and do a number, scare the neighbors. I have brought it to Emeryville and many cemeteries; my sisters have worn it. I have lounged on it like Burt Reynolds. I am not sorry I stole it from him.