My New Suit (poem)


This alien suit’s uncomfortable.

It feels oversized, heavy and itchy.

This suit was tailor-made to someone else’s measurements, not mine.

Mine was once fitted and tight,

 easily recognizable and light.

This strange wrapping I wear has a different aroma.

What was once a radiant aura of fragrant sweet pheromone is now a foreign spice.

Strangely enough,

This soft wrinkly costume also came with a mask…

a mask with lots of character.

I think I’ve earned it.

Wear yours proudly.