I watched my skin expand, erasing goosebumps
brought on by a sudden disdain for clothing.
a familiar tingle spreads up my arms begging
the question what are you going to do about it?
I do not try to make these thoughts leave me,
drown them with distractions, or give in to
their sadistic demands. Instead I calmly say:
You are a child of the Universe,
no less than the trees and the stars.
In the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
Reciting the writing on the wall I carefully
painted and glued in my line of vision.
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