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For all the obvious reasons, “strip”, “winnie the pooh”, you know I love this poem, it speaks to me in ways it can’t to others.
We never really know if it’s begun, if it’s done, when it’s going to come, but it does…
...i’ve been naked many times…this emperor wears no clothes most of the time…
...it’s come and gone, sometime exposing true ugliness, sometimes true beauty…always truth…
...i suspect it i’m watching someone strip for me again…and when i see her strip for me, lay it all out there despite fear of rejection and judgment and the am-i-too-fat, am-i-too-skinny, am-i-not-perfect fears i see real beauty…even in the flaws, the scars, the tattoos of the soul, because those aren’t flaws at all, those are beauty marks…it’s not the glittered lotions, the lipstick, the acrylic high-heeled monkey shoes…it’s not smoky rooms or dazing confusion of too-loud music and too many shots of booze…it’s all happening in the light of day, streaking through a trailer park of screaming souls and monkeys at keyboards, trying to evolve into humans…and finding nakedness is a beautiful thing.
What I like most about this poem, other than how it speaks to me, is the free form of it all…the stream of conscious, collective conscience reference, the jumping from stone to stone to cross a river to reach the other side. It’s beautiful like that.