You put on clothes
because without them
you feel your skin
                              crawl
like spilled syrup in a busy foyer.

Properly dressed,
all you can feel
are the clothes.
All anyone can see
are the clothes.

While you,
                        you,
remain safely inside;
your innocence –

           safely inside.

Our identities,
            sacrament thrust upon us,
quake, like chandeliers
  when the lights come on
              and the world starts moving.

We are always a few steps behind
              tossing in turmoil
      but dressed in stability.The only choice we ever had was
                              material.