a new poem: “A Dress Code for Words” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

Which words are falsely dressed as fear?

Covered in coats spun from pain, misunderstanding, and rejection

freely provided by my own interior designs.

Labyrinths and fun house mirror started by another but self-finished.

My awareness has a dress code it turns out.

The words dislike these new wardrobes.

They struggle against the ill-fitting fabrics.

Most will tire and comply, behaving in new ways.

But a few, a gift-to-all few, will pop the buttons and rip the seams.

Casting off their coats, their nakedness startles me.

Reminds me.

The world is beautiful and I sometimes forget.