work out clothes(perspective)
A woman needs
the heavy keel
of irony when she
masts her own tall ship
and rigs spandex sails that billow
for a fair stretch towards
horizons expanding
even as they hold everything in
its about knowing
where to draw the line,
the point being not
to vanish.
the point being
not to be ignored...
the ultimate vanishing cypher-
yet it remains
a treacherous rounding
of the good hopes
hoping not for irony
but a happiness undeserved
a visible essence
a tangible, winsome wind
of favor without merit
a love bound only
by expansive sails
and fair horizons