There are many kinds of clothes—
cotton, silk, skirts, and shirts.
We all wear them.
We judge others' clothes,
and we judge our own.
Clothes are the glass
where our moods reflect,
reflecting mood,
season,
and phase.
We praise and bully clothes—
for just being clothes.
But what happens if there are none?
Strip the ego and insecurity
from the fabric.
Wash it—clean it.
Will it be cold without them—
or perhaps too hot?
I don't know.
What happens
when we can't see others' clothes?
Where will we go—to talk to?
Without clothes,
who are we?
I'm not sure either.
Without the clothes,
we can't judge the cover.
Have you met Lou?
I've never seen him before but—
He's a pretty funny guy.
But look over there—
the girl with blue hair and funny eyes.
We don't talk to her;
she looks weird,
just like the clothes
we don't understand.