Living

in a house so big

fine walls,
aesthetically presentable dolls, draping in their beautiful poses
for as long as they have been captured

white elephants at the door to greet

yet, when the gates open
or at the sound of footsteps, whistling or bellows

everybody micely scurry towards

the exit: restroom
the only time and place where you break
free
from an identity and community
resume: and be your
self

but before long, the knocking on the door summons you
to assume the suit you hurry back into

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