i often think of what i’d wear on the
end day. is a corsage too much?
or one of those jingle bell ties, perhaps.
oh, and of course a feisty
pair of lava chuck taylors, laces
coiled around my corduroys like an
adder up a tree.
oh what to wear, what to wear
before the throne of eternal judgment?
simplest, i guess, to stick to plaid jammies
or sweats; supplication is a lot like
yoga, i hear.