Shirt Bought on Vacation, Years Ago
From the depths of the closet,
he pulled a handwoven shirt
purchased somewhere—
probably Mexico—
from loads of years ago.
Wondering if it would fit,
he felt sure that it wouldn’t.
Yet, he gambled.
Over his head
and his arms
on down
the cotton and its geometric embroidery
slid past the latest belly.
“¡Gracias, Señor!
It looked pretty good.
If not, can you even imagine?!
Might be a bit superficial,
but it is what it is.
Some shit has to work—or else!
-Z
ZACDAQ 