Smack my ass and call me Judy

I wear your clothes as a disguise
I become you
or someone else
the stripes blend into
the bed i made in the late night

then now
sitting as that other person
in my kitchen
unrecogniseable
blending into
what ever is there
eating a grape

the grape´s yellow hoarse surface
is the ground
upon i stand
it is when I come to
the end
of the grape
I realise it´s not
there
it was never
there