the one about being naked in the living room

In our living room
We are naked
Because it’s where we live.
We live naked.
Really.
So that, knowing we all look the same,
Underneath the stitched attempts to cover ourselves,
We can be human too.

We pretend that looking almost the same is our fault,
So that we feel better
About ourselves.

But looking the same is no more our fault
Than the small differences that set us apart.

The things that make us different are the masks worn
By those who know better
Than to be naked
In public places—
Which is everywhere.