Perfect for the Job

My various identities all live
in neatly labelled boxes in my head.
I wonder what would happen if somehow
the wrong persona for the day escaped?
And then if it should drape itself about
me, like a cloak… would colleagues and my friends
still know me? Would they turn away and shrug?
Or would they, sympathising, just assume
that I was ill?

“Jude doesn’t seem to be herself today”.