Disguises


Day 2. Prompt: Write a disguise poem. I wrote two short ones today.


Gloves

I walk into the warmth
of this, my older age,
peeling off the scarf layers
of protection I’ve worn out
in the cold.
I’d forgotten what I look like
stripped down to naked skin
and I don’t recall
choosing those layers
that never did fit me
like a glove.



Walls

Aren’t we all just blood and guts
hiding from painful stares
behind walls carefully constructed
from similarities and whatever it is
we imagine belonging looks like?

 

What do you think?

%d bloggers like this: