In Rags


Groping in semi darkness,

the outfit was pulled on:

torn, spattered, red jeans;

stained t-shirt and sweatshirt;

topped with fleece hoodie,

knit cap and fingerless gloves.

There was no point to dress better…

no one cared; so – habitual schlepping;

one of many elders who go unnoticed

each day, least it appears that way.

Underwear and socks changed

daily exhibit small elements

of self-worth; poor excuse bra

is useless for support or warmth.

Little thought given to body care

or habits ragged edges since surgery

decimated any feminine inclinations.

Neutered, isolated, hiding spirit in rags…