Poem: "Getting Dressed"
Getting Dressed
After I pull down my pullover,
the front collar of my t-shirt is too high.
It is in fact the back collar.
I have my t-shirt on back to front.
Pulling off my pullover, I realize
my mistake is in fact a mistake,
I have my t-shirt on right.
The shirt must have ridden up
inside the pullover.
I pull my pullover over my head
and the knitted arms over my arms.
The front collar is riding high again.
I pull at it but it won’t go down
because it is the back collar.
I pull off my pullover again.
In fact I check the mirror.
I am wearing the t-shirt right.
The front collar is in front,
showing the collar of flesh below the neck,
except when it is the back.
After I pull down my pullover,
the front collar of my t-shirt is too high.
It is in fact the back collar.
I have my t-shirt on back to front.
Pulling off my pullover, I realize
my mistake is in fact a mistake,
I have my t-shirt on right.
The shirt must have ridden up
inside the pullover.
I pull my pullover over my head
and the knitted arms over my arms.
The front collar is riding high again.
I pull at it but it won’t go down
because it is the back collar.
I pull off my pullover again.
In fact I check the mirror.
I am wearing the t-shirt right.
The front collar is in front,
showing the collar of flesh below the neck,
except when it is the back.
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