camo gear
in the morning
I put on my unwashed hair
an ugly sweater
and run-down shoes
neither finger nails
nor war paint
but a neutered parfume
a conscious choice
selected in a brochure
from central casting
undetected in the urban jungle
and the office savanna
disregarded
the whole point
when watching wildlife
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-03-29 at 02:51
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