I've got an Old Navy gift card
(from my sis)
burning a whole in my pocket.
maybe I will buy
some new short-sleeve button-downs
before New York.
or maybe I will buy
a homeless man
some new pants.
what we all miss
is choice of character,
especially at middle age.
maybe I will be
a different person
in Chicago next week.
maybe I will be me
and hope she loves it
all the same.
I might need
a new name,
just to start over.
no cargo shorts,
just something
to cut.
I will go to Denver
and bother my sister.
I'll get a day job,
stop writing,
just fade away.