.white underwear.

sonja benskin mesher

he felt uncomfortable in his tidy pink jacket

too hot for the day

 

he always felt uncomfortable

anxious about doing, wearing

the right thing

 

he pushed his glasses into a better

position; they had steamed

his shadow long in the lowering sun

 

though he had the beautiful invitation

had accepted, packed & travelled to his

 

friend’s place

 

he felt awakward

 

brown leather shoes  worn with socks

& regret; his slacks  high, neat at the

 

waist

 

 

he had always fretted over  appearance

what to pack, how to prepare

 

hours staring the mirror considering his

shape. sticky taping every hair, each dust

mote

from the fabrics

the obsession

 

he counted the trees, moved to the water

to hail his friend

 

stood dizzy poolside

his friend was only wearing white pants

 

he died inside

&

 

as ever felt uncomforable

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