I am garment folds ambrosia.
Shy symposium.
Eggshell, cracking,
embarrassed, lacking.
Naked.
Are you done with me now?
Had your sneer.
My nakedness.
My nakedness, is my
holocaustic feeling.
Imagery I don’t want,
but need to see.
What you see is what you get.
Me.
I cope,
naked, just.
But only if I must.
