Poetry · Writing

3rd Degree – Tom Ford Suit

I sat in the shower longer this morning

to wash off yesterday

the burn marks on my skin remain

but under the water-

it’s invisible.

Walk through the park

stop at the deli

read a book on the train

they would never stop me and ask how I got these marks

they can’t see them.

I spend hours scrubbing-

the picture of being perfect signed into my mind like a branding

the perfect being doesn’t show these weaknesses

they don’t have burn marks.

I don’t roll up my sleeves

wear shorts in the summer time

laying on the beach, in a Tom Ford suit.