Hidden Words
In-store camera’s find me
delving through grey T-shirts.
They have to be dove-grey,
with absolutely no logo.
I write my own logo
on the inside with a marker pen.
Over time,
the logo twitches and shifts
as if in its own material womb.
It’s then that I know
a mystic transformation
is about to seep through to the front
of the cotton.
Often the logo will have changed
into something far less objectionable
and offensive.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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