You Ask What I Wear for Writing
Sometimes I write naked
as a neanderthal.
I write about bones and fire.
Or I'll put on the cumbersome
suit of an astronaut
and write about emptiness.
But there's other times
especially when the subject's sex
that a dinner jacket and purple beret
seems to do the trick.
I won't tell you what I'm wearing now.
It could be that black mask,
sailor's cap and bullet-proof vest
I wore to raid the jewellery store -
but I think it might be best
if I just left it for you to imagine.