|
Getting
Dressed By Ken
Shiovitz 5/21/03 Today I pick the green shirt, Reject the orange plaid, Because it might seem too cheery, And the deep blue, too apologetic. It is so early to stiffen in fear, Stomach empty, save toss of coffee, No morning workout, No leisurely bath, Like a soldier stumbling from his tent, Gun in hand, Looking stunned, Nearly shooting without a target. Still, I do not curse the phone call, Intrusive, like the alarm clock buzz That shatters an erotic dream, Pitiless, yet inevitable. Fumbling with buttons, I explore minds not my own, And paint scenarios of emotion, Applying hue of mood To clothing I must wear, Perhaps today evoking A match in mental fabric To rival the day I walked summer fields With a farmer outside Duvall, Who spoke nothing while I talked, Then looked me over slowly, Gradually became animated, And finally said, “You are wearing The same shirt as me.” |
