Thrift Store Fashion

I alter clothes
that other people design
putting my own vision
of what they can be.

My lips find my smile
at the whimsical hat
the tattoo embroidered down
the leg of the thrift store jeans.

A flowing orange scarf
accents my costume
as the play begins.

Don’t shake your head
at what I wear.
It is only a camouflage
so that you cannot
find my vulnerabilities.

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