snake

 my skin is dry and peeling

perhaps I am shedding like a snake

to turn into something

or someone else

yet maybe I am just casting off

my previous idiosyncrasies

I do not pretend to be beautiful,

or particularly interesting,

or intriguing

I know that I am strange,

most likely lacking in common sense,

with an abundance of knowledge from books,

but not from actually living

the smallest gestures often make my day,

the things that others do not take the time to notice

beauty is in the most obscure places, if we could just unplug

long enough to actually look around

I am often told that I remind someone of someone else

either I have multiple doppelgangers

or my face is simple and not quite

enough to remember or entirely forget

I am a snake

what you see today might

look entirely different tomorrow

unless you think you have the

nerve to get under my skin

as I hiss and shake my little tail