each time,
each time.

first of the year.
one time only.

wholesome, everyone.
all noise, only noise
echoes down.

breathing shores,
collapsing the chest
withering lean:
broken home.

fact check dilemma
the loss of form or form
or motions to a pocket.

a hand riding the length
of corduroy over and over

my hands now ruled

my hands riding the corduroy
up and down
rubbing to the _____.

all is thin over my thighs
wool patches over the knee.

we are moving on.


2 thoughts on “corduroy

  1. I love the wool patches over the knee, thin over the thigh. Takes me back…in high school I wore nothing but cords. I don’t know how I survived the noise of walking through the halls.

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