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I decided to do another take on the Don’t Ask Me For What poem, that I shared a while back.

Don’t Ask Me For What (Retold) by Jemar Souza

You’re fixated
On my feet,

Engulfed
By the mystery:

The absence -
Nakedness,
Obscurity,

And vulnerability
To all of the floors impurities,

Baffles you.
You’re confused,

Because I’m clothed
In all other areas.

But my toes

Are tickling the air
And thus

You want to know -
But

Tough luck,

They’re gone,
I traded them.

But don’t ask me for what.

—
 
Previously: Red Flight