Poetry corner: camo gear

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in the morning

I put on my unwashed hair

an ugly sweater

and run-down shoes

 

neither finger nails

nor war paint

but a neutered parfume

 

a conscious choice

selected in a brochure

from central casting

 

undetected in the urban jungle

and the office savanna

disregarded

 

the whole point

when watching wildlife

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