Why do you wear that thing? Not nice to embrace the coarse khaki coat wrapped round your whole body.
I don't want to touch your untrimmed chin, what's underneath?
When I remove the fuzzy item I gasp - black pin-****** all over your chest and grass stains like rays of light too.
You never blink, just stare at me with wet creamy-coloured eyes.
Written: October and December 2012. Explanation: This piece was read out at universityin December 2012 as part of my poetry module. Written in my own time and also available on my WordPress blog. First uploaded as a Facebook status update.