One Each.

Love Song (or, I Can Haz Peach Flannel Trousers?)

Michelangelo rubs the window-panes
rubs the chimneys

time yet for
toast and tea

Michelangelo will wonder,
his hair rich and thin

should I?
should I?

I, white in the lamplight,
with light brown hair

should I then?
should I begin?

at dusk through the smoke
lonely men lean out of windows

while sunsets and teacups
trail along the screen

I grow my hair
I dare

peach flannel trousers
I have them