Why I Am Not Naked

Right now I'm wearing

1. A light-gray blazer, with the top but not the bottom button buttoned because once there was a fat king named Henry who couldn't button the bottom button, which, of course, is not a problem for me because I'm so obscenely skinny.

2. Khaki pants, extremely wrinkly (but they were the only ones I had after wearing jeans all week and not doing laundry)

3. A satiny red and white tie with various shades of gray and black which I don't wear nearly as much as I would like to because it only goes well with monochrome colors

4. A monochrome-colored shirt (white, if you're curious) to match the tie

5. Underwear and socks, which are stylistically unimportant but nevertheless necesssary, plus

6. Glasses.

But, on the other hand,

1. It's my day off

2. No one cares what I'm wearing

3. I could be butt naked if I wanted to be and yet

4. Maybe I'm not because everyone knows what it's like to lie around fat and naked but

5. There's only one Me and perhaps what I am is not me Bare but how I choose to see myself.

6. Right now I can see myself, and I am wearing a light-gray blazer, a satiny red-and-white tie, and wrinkly khaki pants.