tailor
lay out the soft wool worsted on the table
trace pattern in the thinnest of wax lines
now shear the cloth along the cartoon tracings
and with thin pins affix the gentle planes
the suit of dreams takes place just as the promise
the fit exact, each line the way it ought
so neat the human form will look within it
that even harshest critics say it’s hot
and so the silent snip and stitch and fitting
will flow like springtime slipping into trees
and everything will fit into a boardroom
and everyone will love it as you please
yet even as one slips into this suit
face hands and soul can everything refute
