You look like a man who could wear pink, she said,
handing me the mask along with the compliment.
I have never thought of myself as a man who could wear pink
but the dental assistant thought so too
though in her T-shirt and jeans and muscly arms festooned
with inky blue tatts of scaly winged dragons she wasn’t wearing
an iota of pink.
She looked indie, edgy like I wanted to look but I was the man
who wore pink.
I wore it all the way to the car park then bravely wore it
in the nearby shopping centre where Pink was playing
over the P.A system.
Was that a sign?
Then went home with it still on.
The next day I put on a blue mask but I did wear
my mauve short-sleeved shirt when I went out.
Does that count?