I wear white socks
with my black dress shoes
out of sheer laziness
and lack of sunlight.
Coworkers peak around my cubicle
in concern for my muffled laughter
to glance Youtube videos
of animated unicorns
and children rooming with Satan.
Eventually,
every day,
my hair migrates into a ponytail.
I care about matching
the green of my shirt
to the tan of my boots…
at least when I have time.
I am brown haired, brown eyed,
chubby where is counts and slim where it doesn’t,
and I could care less what you think.
I am me.
I am perfect for me.
And I am perfect for him.
That’s all that counts.
Thought I’d try some visual poetry. A little image of me, divided in three. How do you interpret the format? I’d like to see if I got my point across well or not.