One Burlap Sack Can Make All the Difference

I wrapped my face in a burlap sack

and tied tight with some crafter’s twine.

A snippet here

and just a little right there –

Ha! The slits for my eyes are just the perfect size!

(I do not want to take the attention away from the pretty vintage bag).

But I do not think I’ll cut away

even the slightest of threads to give way for my mouth.

It’s roasting in here

and my lips are chapped.

Short, quick breaths will have to do.

I may just be a tad proud of my work here.

Maybe.

But the real question is,

am I finally acceptable,

and not so detestable,

that I may blend in just enough now on the same streets as others?