Like every day
today
we wake up
naked
regardless how
many layers
we wear.
All day
we’re naked,
trying our best
to pretend
that we
are not.
There are those
who hear
right through
the shirts
the hats
the coats,
who hear
the words that
every heart
is beating
under vests,
and v-neck tees—
hold me,
hold me,
hold me,
let me
go.