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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