After Viewing “Wardrobe” By Vladimir Kush
Petulant and primordial, we stare into the laughing soul of iniquity.
Your fascination with the layers, scrubbed onto your skin with cotton
envelope your head with the covering of color.
encrust your toes with the painful pallor
of swept fashion.
The blueness of the coat invokes the rapture of your solitude.
it swirls down the driveway, and discards discomfort
No, they do not bear witness to this discussion we’re having, as I have recently remembered
your favorite color is pink.
Your favorite fur faux-lined
Your hair not shaggish or surly,
but curling in growth spurt
Your heels more shapely on your legs
than they ever were on mine.