I step out of the shower as
Steam rises off of my cold wet body.
Standing there. Naked.
I catch my own reflection in the mirror.
I feel shy, almost embarrassed.
This is who I am.
I dress in the soft white towel from the rack.
Feeling slightly warmer already.
Next are the undergarments.
Perhaps today is the day.
It will happen soon enough.
Just wishing I’d feel the same as before.
Jeans and a light cotton shirt today.
I laugh, remembering what he said
In class the other day.
Maybe I was that clever too.
Sweater.
Now I’m in the middle.
Directing the whole video now.
Still wanting to be in that towel.
Reach for the coat.
Now, I am untouchable.
No one can understand
The possibilities of my mind.
I can’t let them.
And out the door, I go dressed as such.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 4:12 PM UTC
I step out of the shower as
Steam rises off of my cold wet body.
Standing there. Naked.
I catch my own reflection in the mirror.
I feel shy, almost embarrassed.
This is who I am.
I dress in the soft white towel from the rack.
Feeling slightly warmer already.
Next are the undergarments.
Perhaps today is the day.
It will happen soon enough.
Just wishing I’d feel the same as before.
Jeans and a light cotton shirt today.
I laugh, remembering what he said
In class the other day.
Maybe I was that clever too.
Sweater.
Now I’m in the middle.
Directing the whole video now.
Still wanting to be in that towel.
Reach for the coat.
Now, I am untouchable.
No one can understand
The possibilities of my mind.
I can’t let them.
And out the door, I go dressed as such.
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