worn on shirt sleeves,
worn on special occasions,
worn when words lie at
the bottom of stomachs
like anxieties breaking
free from being held in,
torment like perspiration
running down the side of a face
reminding us daily of all
that was hidden or discarded
along with one's self-esteem
that was always avoided,
hidden inside the subconscious
protecting an embarrassment
long endured like some
hidious scar but always knowing
discomforts have to be faced.
March 1987
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