Trying out suits
I feel like a scarecrow –
everything flaps. fabric
slaps my bones,
falling like sails
on a mast in no wind.
I try one – try another.
the store is lit
very distastefully
and this is a decision
which I don’t want
to make. I want to get
this right.
I try one
in pure black –
it’s too black.
try gray
and it’s not
black enough.
DS Maolalai has been nominated for Best of the Net and for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press)
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