The cloth bazaar was quietly breathing rest.
I was scanning rows of hangers for summer shorts
picking up here and there
dresses without skeletons
smiling in the revelation
why skeletons don't need shorts.
I found a poem in one of those hangers
**** with no words
begging me to drape it with some
enough to make it one summer shorts.
Something welled up in my eyes
bare as the poem and as true
and thinking of it
I bought summer shorts
not one but two.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
The cloth bazaar was quietly breathing rest.
I was scanning rows of hangers for summer shorts
picking up here and there
dresses without skeletons
smiling in the revelation
why skeletons don't need shorts.
I found a poem in one of those hangers
**** with no words
begging me to drape it with some
enough to make it one summer shorts.
Something welled up in my eyes
bare as the poem and as true
and thinking of it
I bought summer shorts
not one but two.
March 16, 2018, 1pm
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