Excellent read by R.A.D. Stainforth...
You sashay in,
buoyant
in a woolly thing,
say
it's better
than
long underwear,
you
think of it
as
some kind of holy,
since
your other sweaters
were
put to sleep.
Turn
around, then ―
give
me a side view,
come
roost your silhouette
in
the influence of my lap,
haberdasher
of presses,
of
all things deep.
tk/January 2013
