Poemdog

Dogs 2020

Ill Fitted
(11/8/2020)


this
wardrobe
hangs
uncomfortably
from my
frame

tight
in those areas
strained
with disbelief

loose about
those conspicuous
absences
of attentiveness

bunched
in recesses
of inward
thought

this life
shrouds
my existence
in twisted
wonder

cloaking
my consciousness
in formless
exile

nothing
matches

none
of it

none
of you

I am clothed
in exclusion

exposure

an alien
misdressed

distressed

always
unseasonable

unreasonable

never
nakedly
alone