I want to wrap this
around you. Let it fit in
the slats of your mind. Let it enter
each loop, one at a time. Let it all come

together    in the center      fitting
approximately. You can adjust it,
tighten it or allow it slack. The holes
are meant to be filled. But not all of them

will. I don’t want to bind you or make
you lose your pants. I
want to hold you at your edges
and dance.