distorted dress conveys
distress; it summons dissarray
in your contorted mind under
arrest; restricted where confined
deprived of factors 'til its prime,
alone, befriended by rebellion or
a simple image of, or what could have
been, what should have been the accidental
glove, the one that fit too big and small
but loved you since thereof.
the image of my flesh in rags
without a hint to colored flags or
thoughts you've had from what you've seen.
amusing as it is to me, to show you
all my liberty, it will remain a mystery
lest you stare deep past your self
with interest yet amiss, and fail to feel
untouched reality, hidden under layers of
my subtle anonymity.