Shame and Nakedness,
Deep in the Amazon
the lost tribes
want food and clothing.
The anthropologist concludes
“They are human after all”
Happy when fed
comforted when clothed.
They are naked in the Amazon.
My sense of self-loathing
reaches the breaking point.
I run around naked inside my home.
My sense of dignity
depends upon my clothes
and the buildings that surround me.
They are an identity, my identity.
I loathe them as extensions of my self.
We are all in the Amazon
pretending like we are clothed.
As indifference grows
Shedding love as something significant.
Buried under currents of electricity
we hide our shame together.
The Marriot has a water fountain
in California’s eternal summer.
It’s running for me,
and it’s running for the hurried young woman, with her sugar daddy
slinking into a Lexus at 5 o’clock in the morning.