that Naked Feeling

 
I sleep in the buff, I

like the feeling
 
 
of blanket emotion

transporting me

>tossing and turning<

to the land of Nod

—I don’t always get one

but when I rise

I cover up those feelings, I

make up

(the bed)

I jump suit, and

put on the dog

–quieting all that excited barking

I exchange new ditty

for old ditty, and

don thinking cap

to bind

–to trick cons

into prose

of mind

skirting my dreams, and

outfitting myself

in 80’s blazers

so padded sleeves mimic

squared shoulders, and

façade of me

thus constructed,

I greet the day

with a

fixed smile–

faraway eyes

shuttered

–but sensitive

to light.

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