sleeves

i wear my closet on my sleeve
everyday
soft chin, soft eyes hiding daggers
ready to cut you a new smile.

i can sit in this room for days
and i bet never
hear one of them admit
what gets their heart rate up.

this closet is the size
of an entire town
set sideways, spreading out
like a dropped egg.

and culture is just
sanctioned behavior;
eyes forward, ever forward
urinals and cubicles.

i cut off my sleeves today
and it was freeing
to walk around, tough as fuck
feeling my shoulders.

they don't need to know
a glamazon
a chimera in heels
to know they don't get it.