Glitterati

Everytime that I dig up 
and pull on this old orange t-shirt
I remember nasty stains and nasty sex
Nasty thoughts go through my head

Everytime I see you now 
in those jeans and matching hooded sweatshirt
I match the brown with jagged sighs
And the movement of our thighs
And close my eyes

When I have almost nothing clean 
and I reach into the back of my closet
There are these t-shirts left I guess belong to you
They’re a little tight but I guess they’ll do

And I think that I still have them because you
were sometimes insistent
That I put on something clean
Before curling up to sleep
I rub my eyes

What am I supposed to do, 
get a new wardrobe completeley?

See the problem is I still don’t know how
To bleach my brain and whiten my eyes
And imagine any other body pressed up against this
nice clean long-sleeved collared shirt

~ October 2003