Naked Denim Body

I never want to feel my clothes

I want to forget I’m wearing them

They’ll slip off when I’m

In exciting conversation

Or telling a story

Or being known by someone

I want

For them to be carried by me like an air

Or a conversation

To dress me

like a suffix

or a salad

To be only adding to the action

Not creating it

If I wear them right I’ll be naked

They’ll stick to me like skin

Pinstripe, flesh, sequin, muscle, lace

I want to remember them when I take them on and off

and I’m not myself

nor anyone else

a freshly painted wall, a newly mopped floor

A naked statue draped with skin and fabric