Outer Wear

Vintage Words


Wolf skin works if it's very dark

outside and the bullies

have all gone home. Pigs

fly and I remain below.


Cowering inside, I put on the face

of a heroine standing atop the mountain

shouting encouragement for tired

nations. What do I know of nations

and their states?


Same as before, no one sees the

real me, the tip toe queen at most things

always looking for a corner to grab

or a shadow to obscure the sheepliness

that comprises most of my identity.


Intelligence has never been a problem.

Knowledge of what the news tells us is

happening is available. I have interests,

can tell a joke fairly well, but listening

is habit now and I fake it as I may.

Who ever dared to take the time to ask?

Who would have thought it?










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