I would like to get my hair cut to hide my ears.
Or perhaps to get my ears cut would be cheaper
and more efficient. While I decide,
let me choose clothes for the morning mood.
There is the red dress that draws small conversation
and many words from welcoming strangers.
There is of course also the yellow shirt for the hot day,
when closeness is cause-less and my body is enough
without ornament or eyes. There are
the tight jeans. The hip-cut tights. Shorts.
Sleeves like wings. Jacket gold. Cotton slip
and soft-rub knee-length. Underwire. Straps.
I would like to get my fat cut to hide my shame.
Or perhaps to trim my soul would be cheaper
and more efficient.