Poem: Cos Play...

A poem about work and suits and comments and cosplay.

I wore the suit jacket and a guy asked me
the occasion. And I said Wednesday. And

he wondered if the collar was up as a little
move of defiance. I fixed the jacket but let

him keep his line. He nailed it at the time
so why lop that from the record. I couldn’t

wait to get home and take off the jacket.
Nothing to do with what he said, no move

of defiance. You take the costume off
and you’re not longer stuck in the role.