11.3.12

I write best
When I’m undressed,
When there’s no part of me compressed—

With glasses perched upon my nose
But no socks to cover my toes,
No more blouse buttoned too tight
Because words always fit just right,
No skirt zipped up to my waist,
My ideas just fall into place,
No belt or scarf to weigh me down,
Instead let memories wrap around.

When words can brush across my skin,
There’s no need for clothes to be in.