Clothes

nothing is mine and I am happy for it

what do I possess beyond

the contents of my gut?

the contents of my lungs?

the contents of my head?

the shoes around my feet

seem to possess me

they wrap around

over and under

costumes in cosmic plays

carousel paint

mausoleum glitter

my wig itches and it delights me

I’m reminded it’s not mine

I’m reminded it is work

it delights me to work for my love

pull it from me

leave me bald

I will smile

you may not