i hope she has work

so i can lie back

watch her get ready

wish we lived in 1762

and her morning routine took the day

like five sets of hands

so she never stopped getting ready

this time

she doesn’t need help

my help

i could map the room with the echolocation 

one socked foot padding after its naked other thumps

what is it about lace

or one ankle resting on that little divot between

knee and thigh

lacing up a hightop

what is it about that tight-lipped

not-a-smile

that loose-wristed scuse me tug of the jacket I lie on

like she’s only breathed my air on a swaying subway ride

like we’ve never been close

getting dressed is sexier than getting undressed

not sexier

more interesting

we undress in fervor

get this shit off

we dress with method

who am I today

who is she

brace

both of us

getting ready