Friday, August 12, 2011
Caucasian -- Poetry 2011
bathing was the problem;
well, no problem at all...
lost in dreams, she failed
regular hygiene in real life.
Did it really matter?
who cared if she fitted into the
obsessive world of several showers
a day or a soaking bubble bath.
no one saw her naked; she didn't even
look at herself either; her mirrors
were so gummed up they didn't reflect.
she didn't reflect; over seeped tea,
that was her color despite pure white
ethnicity - Caucasian, she didn't fit that word
nor fit clothes or fit anywhere but imagination...