Vol 9, Num 20 :: 2010.11.05 — 2010.11.18
Despite generations of mothers’ finger-waving
warnings about clean underwear
(in case today was the day the world chose
to send me back to the place from whence I came) —
I wouldn’t mind dying in dirty undergarments
or wearing a pair of Tuesday’s socks on Friday.
And on my gravestone they can carve it:
too busy living to think about underwear.
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