hosiery

in place of make up,
i color my legs.

long, extensions of myself
protruding from gray and green.

less time it takes
than shaving legs.

less attention brought
to un-aided scars.

scars of summer,
of wood and rock.

scares of hiding
of scrapes in brush.

quicker to divide
and mask my imperfections
than to give time
to societies infection.

so i compromise.

nice legs, less work.

who will see?

only me, yes only me.