walking against the grain
hyacinth coat hedged over the knee,
two legs stumble forward
fighting tension.
perhaps it is your skin,
brown-fringed hat
extra-large cup
or rambunctious monologues,
our faces turn.
with bravado I claim my throne
unbothered by your stares.
the navy waistband falls lower
unabated by gravity,
without a break for oxygen
your prose brings light
