Live as though your world was ended
hanging around your ankles like last week’s unwashed jeans
with holes in the thighs and embarrassing places
The trotted shoes are still tongue-tied, red socks
sag higher than the jeans,
and your feet are sweating
Corduroy and black, unbuttoned
off one shoulder (the left sleeve undone)
Skin shows, alive and breathing
The little strands frame your sweet face
Your kitty legs in red socks
and unbuttoned shirt
You smile, safe, frothy denim ponds
black cloth-y cliffs, female soil
hanging around for peace and contemplation