I want a black suit.
I want it Brioni and firm,
I want it fitting, I want to have it,
until the woman in the little red dress takes it from me.
I want it loose and flowing,
that suit, will leave everything
to the imagination. I want to stroll down
the sidewalk past the strip mall
with the fancy cakes and watches flashing in the windows,
Past hired dog walkers and young couples.
I want to walk like I'm the most powerful
man on the planet and I can do as I please.
I want that Brioni suit, bad.
I want it to show you
that I am not worthless,
to show you that I can do something right.
Based on What do Women Want? by Kim Addonizio.
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PoetryA collection of short stories and poems through the years. Just some random thoughts and ideas thrown in there.
