UNTITLED 49

Weary 

This invisible film that sheets your skin 
Your mind

Unzip it from the back
Peel it off like a too-small wetsuit 

Wrapping myself in a Turkish cotton robe
Fresh out of the dryer 

It feels like your childhood
At home 

No worries for what mom and dad did outside, providing you love, support, and delicious food 

Remember 

Go back to those moments 

Don’t be damped 
The smell of mildew isn’t fragrant