Dressing Up

DISCLAIMER FOR THOSE GIVEN TO INTERPRETING EVERY POEM POSTED ON THE INTERNET AS THE PERSONAL HEARTFELT AND SINCERE TRUTH AS POURED FROM THE WRITER’S HEART ONTO THE SCREEN:

This doesn’t remotely represent how I feel right now. Everything’s terrific today. In fact, I’ve been trying to write something peaceful and graceful all day, and nothing’s coming.

So I decided to write a truly depraved piece to get my juices flowing again.

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Dressing Up

Red gloves, so my hands can disappear
into your heart even though
I’m feeling nothing.

Brown silk shirt because
I’m such good earth. You can grow
anything here.

My shoes? My shoes
of course are black, my pants of course
are black. When I walk toward you
it will be hard to tell where
I end and the road begins.

And under everything else, nothing.
My clothes brush me unhindered,
and I know and you do not.

I do not know now
how such an evening will end,
and neither do you.

Even after
it’s over, you’ll be thinking
it’s still midnight wherever we are.

Not me. No.
I won’t be there.
I’m not the one you think I am.

It’s not me you’re falling for.