Thursday, May 19, 2022

EXPOSED

You can count it 
and take it 

and save it 
all you want, but 

time 
will never quite 
add up to anything;

its hands
cannot satisfy—

its fabric,
is not flattering.

In fact, it's basically 
a spool 
of super-sheer organza

which you'll cut-up 
and drape

and make your tasteless 
clothes from—

then parade in
up and down your skinny 
life, like it's a catwalk—

pretending 
you look great;

pretending 
that it fits right;

pretending 
it conceals 
one single 

inch of all 
you're wrong about.