I wear this flannel-plaid red and black button-up long-sleeved shirt

more often than a pair of shoes done-up

to the neck and wrists so tight

bunny-eared laces roped around blue hands and head

I sit on a couch bought however long ago with a floral fabric

dark wood trim flowing from back to arms into its talon feet

dug deep in the flesh of the oak-wood floor

it's quicksand cushions swirl to the dark cracks where change

and TV remotes die where habit lies

contrives to **** the quarters and dimes I might use to buy a new sofa

and wardrobe