I love it when you dress in rags.
The ragged edges show how whole the centre is.
When you dance in your old clothes
simpler than today’s clothes
your powerful body shows me the child inside.
We are just children wearing layers.
Dress in rags. Show me a bit
of your skin, and if your hair gets thin
don’t fake it. Take it
all the way ascetic,
desert dirt aesthetic,
in rags, in patches, in mixed
colours, in glory,
exulted,
enlightened,
unlimited
making it up as you go along
in your rags.