Prompt: poem that begins with a line from another poem
[hat-tip and many thanks to my fellow NaPoet, Ember, for the seed]
One of Those Days
Why do bodies not have doors?
or zippers, buttons, threads
no escape hatch
no ejection seat
no fire alarm to pull
when your skin feels too tight
the fit awkward, askew
the holes that house your eyeballs
cling too tightly
too small to crawl through
for a few hours of air
as the weight of your skin suit
rumbles around inside a washer
years of soap residue slowly dissolving
in a sudsy pool of human detergent
then tumble-dried on low
(linty insecurities dislodged)
and reapplied, enrobing you
like a warm, familiar blanket