You Had A Shirt

Mead
62 So. Allen #3
Albany, NY 12208
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You Had A Shirt

With Escher prints blocked on
Front, on back.
So many coveted them, those cotton
Grids of reversible birds,
Hands drawing themselves &;
Backward stairs, stairs upside down.

Some tried travelling &; fell.
Some you picked up.
Some were just glimpses lost in
The black &; white patterns
That ended with flesh.

In a way your insides were quite out then,
A cosmos beginning altogether with the cut
Off sleeves, &; next the quite translucent veins
In ribbon arms which could be so strong,
Even stark, when not knotted, or busy
Or forgetting they had to hide.

When the shirt went over like water,
Squiggled scribbles flung instantly infinite,
How many died, which is to say,
Lived,
&; intensely
in that dimension,

naked, naked &; of the moon?